Go.

This is my last.

My last poem,

My last letter.

My last letter to you my darling.

 You like the ever-changing seasons

Must move on to the next chapters of your wondrous life

This silly thing we named life is tearing you away from me.

But I know that you will thrive.

Go.

Write your own narrative full of twists and turns,

I hope to be included in it one day.

Go.

Go grow,

Do it because that’s what humans do.

And I love the way that you grow.

I’ll stay,

I’ll watch as you go.

I’ll watch you achieve great things.

I’ll stay so you can turn around and see how far you’ve come.