From a Graduating Senior
Dear Mom,
Is it sad to think that I am leaving so soon?
What will you do without me?
Who will fill your time?
Maybe it is best not to think about it.
I know you will miss me
And I will miss you too,
But what will happen when I can’t see your joyful face every day,
When I won’t be able to be there to eat your delicious home cooked meals,
Or when I won’t be there to laugh at your jokes?
After eighteen years, the time has come
For me to venture into the beginnings of my self-discovery.
You have taken great care of me and I will never forget that,
But it is time for me to fly free,
And let life mature me into a strong woman that only being on my own can do.
I love you so much, Mom,
Please don’t let me try and grow up on my own.
I still need you.
Love you always,
Brianna
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