Greetings Readers,

Nosing through some of my older, “rough” and “unrefined” writing, I came across this short poem I wrote just before my daughter entered high school. That was a few years ago. She is 18 years old now and a dorm-living college freshman. Though her university is an hour’s drive from home, my fiancé and I see her only once every few weeks.

Growing up, I consistently talked to her about the professional advantage of staying in school and how important it is that she obtain a college degree. I miss her moving through the house every day, lighting up each room as she passes. She’s just that kind of person. But she is doing exactly what she should be doing. I have become her cheerleader.

To those with children who are still at home, cherish each moment. The days of their youth quickly turn into years and before you know it, their future is here.

Be well,

~ Jana

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My Girl

Gone are the days
Of bedtime books
Enter the ways
Of big girl looks

I watched her grow
Each passing day
Barbies and crayons
Fall by the way

Growing-up pains
And looks from boys
Stacked in the garage
Are years of toys

Make up and music
Older-girl things
Replace puppy licks
And dime store rings

The hours that pass
Now turn into years
Before I was ready
Tomorrow is here.

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