This is a poem mom wrote to me when I left home for college
Oh, my heart is heavy-my heart is sad.
My youngest child is leaving for college.
Gone are the times we could do things together,
Sharing the work or enjoying vacations.
Gone are the talks when we've traded ideas,
Learning of life and the people about us.
Gone are the youth in and out of the house
Keeping us young with their teenage chatter.
Gone is the music and the telephone ringing.
Will I ever get used to just two again?
Oh, my heart is happy-my heart is glad.
My youngest daughter is ready for college.
She's been a joy from the day she was born.
Giving my life new meaning and interest
As I watched her develop and become a young lady.
We've weathered disagreements and shared disappointments.
She has been a good friend as well as an offspring.
Tolerating my ways--sometimes with amusement.
I'm proud of the record she's made through her efforts,
Proud of the mind the Good Lord has given her,
Pleased with her beauty, her talent, her charm.
Proud of the faith she has in her Maker.
I know she'll succeed in the plans she has laid.
My love and my prayers will go with her always.
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