My precious  daughter  moved away,
Like every child would
One day
In my heart I was  glad
And I died.

I know you had to go
Following  your art
And your heart.
It was like letting a dove go
From my hand
To be free
To fly in the sky
To the welcoming  hands of a friend.

A curtain raises
And a curtain falls
On the many acts of life
You now walk on a new path
So far away
Many journeys starting
Crisscrossing
And ending
Yours and mine
Forever entwined.