Colleen Harmon

Caribou, Maine

On Your Own

Valleys and mountains far and wide;
Each holds a story and a cry.

For over the years our love has grown;
As each passing day the sun also shone.

As time passed by so have you grown;
From a child in my arms to an adult of your own.

The laughter and tears of long ago;
Remain inside me as I see you go.

Good times and bad I wish I'd done more;
To make it possible for you to soar.
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