She thinks, "God, they grow up so fast,
Eighteen years have flown on past.
I remember when she was a baby girl,
Playing on the floor with her hair in curls."
But Momma I'm a grown woman now,
Making a living working by the sweat of my brow.
I drive and make plans all on my own,
So why do all these things you refuse to condone?
You adhere me to this leash so tight,
Hanging on with all of your might,
But one day you've got to let me go,
If you ever want to see me grow.
Soon I'll have a family of my own,
And we'll live in a house all alone.
I'll survive, just wait and see,
I'll mature to be the woman you always wanted me to be.
I'm gonna go to college and get an education,
And find a career with my accreditation.
I know the good Lord is watching over me,
And with the decisions I'm makin', I'm sure He'd agree,
That it's time to give me sweet release,
To let me spread my wings and live in peace.
Author notes
Well, I'm turning 18 soon and my mom doesn't want to let go... I just got my license not too long ago and my mom's a single mother who I've lived with all my life. She's really having trouble giving me freedom and letting me go and this poem expresses my feelings about it.
