There are few moments in a parent’s life more monumental than having their child move out to start his or her new life. Today, my eldest daughter moved into her very own home and embarked on her adult life. Although I haven’t written any poetry for nearly a quarter century, I guess her moving out moved me.
A Poem for My Eldest Daughter
The bittersweet boxes sit by the front door.
I see the gleam of anticipation in her eyes.
The future–her future–tugs impatiently at her hand,
I want to hold the door shut just one more day,
One moment more,
So the little girl I brought into this world cannot escape.
18 years rush by like a freight train on the night run.
Future, please treat her gently.
She is newly made