She goes about her business
never suspecting
what the end
means to me
Sixteen years of school
First days
Last days
The rhythm never broken
'Til now
When our paths split
Our clocks tick tock
In new, unfamiliar time zones
No longer in sync
They say we raise them
to let them go.
So off you go, little one
Wander life's roads
Greet its challenges
And call home
Often
Author Bio:
Ellen Baglien has lived in Seattle for past 32 years. She has been jotting down poems on random pieces of paper for years, but this is her first submission. Ellen enjoys baking, bike riding, craft fairs and, most importantly, spending time with her family.
never suspecting
what the end
means to me
Sixteen years of school
First days
Last days
The rhythm never broken
'Til now
When our paths split
Our clocks tick tock
In new, unfamiliar time zones
No longer in sync
They say we raise them
to let them go.
So off you go, little one
Wander life's roads
Greet its challenges
And call home
Often
Author Bio:
Ellen Baglien has lived in Seattle for past 32 years. She has been jotting down poems on random pieces of paper for years, but this is her first submission. Ellen enjoys baking, bike riding, craft fairs and, most importantly, spending time with her family.
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