To the eighteen-year old, poised to take on her flight
Do I wish for time to turn back;
and live those moments once more?
Or, that it just stood still a little
longer;
letting me hold you close and tight?
Or, just feel it slip through my fingers,
as your wings flutter out of their cocoon,
and the glorious hues burst out,
sparkling in the dazzling light...
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