My Graceful Survivor

She flew the coop, that last little chick of mine!  I took her to college and she was brave.  She was optimistic.  She was fierce.  God I love her.


She’s such a graceful survivor.  After the past few years of hardship of many stripes and colors, I wish her a new world, at the least, free of parental crap.  If she washes hard enough, it will all eventually come off, and she can start new with her own quasi-grown up life and happy, shiny people, not the wrecks her parents had become.

Come to think of it, I was brave, optimistic and fierce too!  I keep thinking she’s upstairs in her room, but I don’t break down when I realize she isn’t there.  I’ll see her at Thanksgiving.  She will be new in ways and so will I.

I like the sound of that!

Moving on


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