Growing Up Poem

Poem About Feelings After Daughter Left For College

To my little girl. I wrote this poem for you as I stood in the doorway of your bedroom after you'd left for college. It's taken awhile to finish it, and now it's complete. This is what I felt and my words to God as I stood with my hand on the doorknob and found myself physically not able to pull the door closed. I cried, and this question rang over and over in my head. I love you, Alyssa. My life has been worth something with you in it.

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A Mother's Question

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Published: December 2015

How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.

How do I close the door to this space?
When I still hear her echoes, a mother's pain can be great.

How do I close the door to this space?
For so long an angel dwelled here, filled with beauty and grace.

How do I close the door to this space?
Where all my hopes and dreams for many years were kept safe.

How do I dry these tears from my eyes?
When I see my daughter, now grown, turn to wave her goodbyes.

I turn out the lights for the very last time.
All her childhood memories neatly boxed at my side.

Empty walls, great big dreams, it's time for her to fly.

My fingers brush bits of leftover ribbon and lace
as I ask God one more time,

How do I close the door to this space?

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