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I
cut
the
apron
strings
and
let
you
go;
Adventure
waits
beyond
this
sheltered
space
Of
cuddled
youth
and
loving
home
fire's
glow.
All
men
must
search
alone
to
find
their
place.
Adventure
waits
beyond
this
sheltered
space.
My
son
so
young,
it's
hard
for
me
to
see
All
men
must
search
alone
to
find
their
place;
My
tears
must
fall
as
now
I
set
you
free.
My
son
so
young,
it's
hard
for
me
to
see
The
time
has
come
for
you
to
leave
the
nest.
My
tears
must
fall
as
now
I
set
you
free,
But
college
days
are
waiting;
do
your
best.
The
time
has
come
for
you
to
leave
the
nest
Of
cuddled
youth
and
loving
home
fire's
glow,
But
college
days
are
waiting;
do
your
best.
I
cut
the
apron
strings
and
let
you
go.
~Copyright
©
1993
Ruth
Gillis
"Letting
Go"
received
the
Deloras
Malaschak
Award
in
the
Fall
1995
issue
of
Bell's
Letters.
It
also
received
a
Second
Place
Award
in
the
January
1999
issue
of
RB's
Poets'
Viewpoint.
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