Tomorrow
Last first day
beginning of the end
oldest of the young
My baby is grown
A few months shy of eighteen
he begins the journey to complete
his high school career
How can the time
have gone
so quickly?
There's so much
I want him to know.
I want him to feel prepared.
I want him to be prepared.
Tomorrow is the beginning
of the last year I have
to help him get ready
for the world without a net.
That's not true.
We'll always be his net.
Actually, we're not his net,
more like a crash pad.
Saving him from everything
was never our style.
If we always came to the rescue
how would he ever be prepared
for tomorrow.
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