I taught them how to walk, talk, give, and love
One day, sooner then I ever was ready; they flew away like doves
I fell in love from the moment they fluttered in my ever-growing tummy
From that day on, every thought, feeling, emotion for them was sweet as honey
My mind once innocent and naive, assumed they would always be mine to care for
Yet quicker then I had time to imagine, they slipped right out the door
Age 12 was awfully early to say goodbye to my first-born
I thought I would never again get up, my emotions so torn
This is not about you I kept telling myself; get up off the floor
She needs this, wants this, deserves this even more
She is torn, loves being with me, and is so sad to leave
Yet love from her father she now needs to receive
Does he even deserve her I kept asking the lord?
If I had it my way, I would pull out my sword
No he does not nevertheless, I kept telling myself but that is not the issue
Support her decision, carry on, and put away your 12th box of tissue
5 years it has already been since she formerly slipped out
She is nearly a grown woman, however, at times I still secretly pout
A bright, beautiful, caring, responsible, spunky young lady she is
He is quite proud of his first-born and is quick to brag that she is his
I have learned that age 12 is not too awfully young to go
Age 7, I am fully educated, is much too young, is that not that so?
She is my youngest, the baby who was never suppose to go
We were inseparable, had a bond only the two of us could know
Now my innocent, naive, ever-so-trusting self, I can not seem to find
As time goes on, I do not care to search for them and their absence I do not mind
Those qualities helped get me nowhere; they only made the pain more bottomless
Each time things were not fair; I was in such distress at the pure selfishness
My middle one is still with me
Will she stay as I thought they would all do?
I will enjoy my every moment with her, hoping each day she will not go, too
Yet knowing that tomorrow, lifes path is subject to change on the spot
Will I remain innocent, naive, assuming the best will always prevail? I think not
I will remain positive just as I always have, It is all I know
Yet next time I will be ready because children come... then they go
