Letting Go

I think about my oldest,
And how she has grown.
She was the first thing,
That I could call my own.

She was always mad
At her Dad and I,
Sometimes she'd scream
Sometimes she'd cry.

She's come a long way,
In the last year or so.
It makes me so sad,
That soon she will go.

It's hard to believe,
My job's coming to an end.
But I'll always be her Mom
And she'll always be my Friend.