Ten leave on an aeroplane,
But only nine will return.
I’ve done this before,
But still my heart burns.
There used to be nine of them,
Now there are eight,
In two months I’ll only have seven,
But I must have faith.
Eight different voices
Created cacophony each day,
But I no longer need silence
If only she could stay.
Eight hands to wash the dishes,
Eight hands to sweep the floor,
Eight mouths that bicker and argue,
As they do each chore.
From nine to seven,
What a world of a difference,
There will be shuffling and adjusting,
That she too will experience
When we leave,
It will be from ten to her lonesome,
There will be silence and tears
And homesickness comes like explosions.
Only nine will jet back off an aeroplane
And then we’ll be a time zone apart.
She won’t even come home for the summer,
And that breaks my heart.
It is no easy feat
Letting go of your child,
To release your young
Into the wild.
But it is time for her to grow up
And it is time to get grown,
Time for her to start reaping
What we’ve long ago sown.
To use her knowledge, skills,
Talents, and calling for God’s glory
Time for her to end this chapter
And be part of a bigger story.