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.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
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.
