I wrote this 4 years ago when Annabelle was graduating from 8th grade. Never typed it out. I found it today folded up, scribbled on wide rule lined paper shoved in a box. As she finishes her last day of High School today, it couldn't have been a stronger sign telling me to put it out there....
She's thirteen going on twenty,
Doesn't have a need for her Mother.
She thinks she's in control.
Got it all covered now,
Boys, friends, school...
She knows it all.
My Baby isn't a baby any more,
She's heading for the stars,
Zooming beyond the moon,
Breaking her Mother's heart,
But making her so proud.
She's dancing through life
on a silver lined cloud.
Social butterfly, wings spread wide,
Artist, musician, athlete.
Running every direction...
Totally cool (unlike me)!
Moving at the speed of light.
No time to look back.
Dominating this game called life.
In a camera's flash...
Leaving behind stories and memories
in her dust.
