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18 Years

My baby is 18!
Remember those days?
Believing it was the start
To nothing in your way!
Being full of hope
And thinking older people were nuts!
Trying anything and everything
Because you had the guts.
Remember turning 18
And feeling THIS is where it begins?
Many years later…
Realizing it was the beginning to the end.
The end of carefree
Because responsibility takes control…
Bills and obligations 
Begin to take their toll.
My hope for her is different-
And that she will do more right!
Go out fighting hard!
And show all her might.
Strong and determined 
And always into something new…
I’m glad I am her Mom!
As she makes me strong too.

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