Like unraveled thread
Grief grew in my heart
And filled me with dread
Which tore me apart
My daughter would soon leave
And cross the ocean deep
Then a thought began to weave
A strand of hope to keep
I took a great ball of yarn
My bon voyage gift to send
To teach no matter how far
A mother's love will not end
"Don't forget us," I said
And placed the ball in her hand
"Let it unravel as you sail ahead"
While I hold the trailing strand
For as long as I could see
Her tear filled eyes never left mine
Others waved, but no, not me
I held on still with all my might
And then, I saw the last
As her arms waved up high
I became but the past
And let go... whispering, "Good-bye"
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