A Daughter Moves Out, Again

It's that time again. A daughter moves out. Moves on. I knew it was coming. Sooner or later. How could I not? After all, she's been home for a year. Still, the sadness of loss defies attempts at rationalisation. It's a little like the letting go required for her first day of school. Adjustment will come.

Passion
Nothing fits neatly
Into words;
Inarticulate speech
Of the heart.

July 15/2003