independence

 

The car is packed, her room so emptied,

but from our home she’s ne’er divested.

Independence stumble-stepping,

life of mine – of hers begetting.

 

My beautiful daughter has temporarily left home several times, and now she’s off again to begin a new chapter. It’s a little chaotic, this to-ing and fro-ing, and good practice for life that may upheave us regularly. I’m privileged to be part of it, and proud to hold her with us as she moves away.