I can't believe she is eighteen
Standing there in her cap and gown,
Anxious to leave me
Straining hard at the starting gate.
I can't believe she is thirty
Standing there in her wedding gown
Bound to another
Galloping toward her future.
I can't believe she's a mother
Standing there with her newborn child
Nuzzling her offspring
Awaiting her turn to let go.
(c)Beverly Outlaw
published in Skipping Stones 2007
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