Class of 2018
To mom-
The day draws nearer and nearer in which
My flight from your nest interwoven with
Your overbearing affection and care
Must at long last manifest itself;
Not by choice, but rather by survival.
I know you shudder at the prospect of
Unanswered calls, of infrequent visits;
But alas,
Abandonment is a misguided dream
Realized in the midst of your darkest hour.
-Your daughter always
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