Fare Thee Well Time surrenders to no one. So the years have quickly passed. You've grown into a woman, Seemingly, much to fast. I remember holding you as a newborn, Tucking you into bed at night. The nest is only confining you, For you're ready to take flight. Some moments could have been better, While others I'd never trade. Circumstances often made it difficult, In the minor role that I played. But everything that you've accomplished, Shall make you standout in a crowd. Now as you go, always know, That you've made me proud. Fare thee well my daughter, For you have blossomed on this day. Leaving your childhood days behind, Your wings now wisk you away. As you fly, this new open sky, May you attain all you hope to find. Fare thee well my daughter, You will be on my mind. B.G. Wetherby Art by Sue Fletcher

Enchanted Mountain Poems