to my oldest daughter

I gave birth to you

gave you life,

but God gave you your soul.

You used to cry

whenever I left

or was even out of your sight,

Now you are doing things,

moving to places

I’ve never dreamed

or even thought of.

Feel free to fly

my Jasmine bird,

feel free to become

your own true self,

But know that now,

it is me missing you,

and my love is always

within your heart.

cfblack, 9-19-19

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