The hollow feeling of seeing her move from me into the world.
A world where I am not really welcome. Nor do I need to be.
A world where my presence screams of her need for help —
My feet stay, but my heart tears apart, as half goes with her.
The same breeze that flips up her hair, enlivening her with freedom,
emphasizing my isolation
Yet, God is good. And at this moment her independence reminds me of this fact. And so, I am thankful.