You race through the last month of High School,

Packed with banquets, proms, and exams,

Future in sight; Hope in hand,

On the cusp of great things.

Breathe in the moment

Before it is gone.

One. Last. Time…

 

On your mark.

Get set.

Go!

 

Stop!

I blinked.

You were three.

 

And now eighteen!

I can hardly breathe–

Where is my little girl?

Future of hope and promise,

Walking tall in your cap and gown.

So proud of the woman you’ve become!