My promise.
Hands clasped to mine we have walked.
As giants together we have faced our adventures.
And now you face it alone as you have done before.
And I face mine as I hurt not to be with you.
You, a daughter of determined demands.
I love your endurance I shower it with pride
You a daughter of laughter and mischief
Who embellishes her independence.
Then looks back to see if I am still there.
Watching.
My promise is maybe silent.
Be certain I will keep it.
My hand reaches out to clasp yours.
I will never let go.
I will be there when you look back.
From the corner of your eye,
To an aching piece of heart,
I am there.
My daughter Megan starts University today, A new journey and a new adventure. This poem was written for her.
