This summer evening
among gold-struck trees, I breathe
in the sadness of
seeing her go and breathe out
the joy of seeing her grow.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
This poem captures that bittersweet time of year that is especially bittersweet when your children go off to college. I just went with my daughter to send her off 1400 miles away to start her career. It was sad to see her move so far away, but it would have been more sad to see her stay. I send hugs to you.
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1400 miles! I loved the poem you wrote about the journey with the “nowhere, now here” stop.
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Oh, you remembered! 🙂
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Oh, Joan, so true, so true.
Love to you.
Tish
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Thanks, Tish. I know you know.
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beautiful poem
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