Carolyn Brunelle (December 1946)
Another age old story
seventeen years of nurturing
yearns to be free.
A sense of entitlement reigns,
not a particularly new game
just an eternal rite of passage.
you have grown strong, bold;
your heart dismissive and cold.
Where are you going?
Once a babe in our arms
now distant; so disarming,
a little girl no more
storms out the door....
Where are you taking our hearts?
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