I am no longer a little girl anymore,
my baby innocents had gone out the door.
I no longer need all that help that I once
couldn't do without.
I no longer want to always be right about.
I am no longer going to hide behind you,
I am no longer going to always come
to you when they day is through to ask you
what should I do?
Just in a few months I am going to be driving,
and no longer just riding.
In a couple of years I am going to be going off
to collage and away from here to make a living
a life and staring a career.
This is the time of you life
when you just watch me grow and go,
and see how your  parenting
will show.
you have raised me up with such
morals and have taught me worng
from right.
so now if you will let me go
I will show you the way I will go.
with my life as well as I can,
but the ont this is your going to have
to let go of my hand.

                                       By: Jena Hoehn