Poem on Mom/College/Leaving

Hopes and fears
Mixed with the thrill of change,
And the sadness of it.
I do not doubt
That she will find a group,
That she will belong and feel belonged,
Be a part of the social scene she has been yearning for for too long.
Good influences,
Mutual friendships.
Experimentation is one way to gain knowledge,
As long as she can stay in control,
Knows her limits,
Keeps to her morals.

I want all of her expectations to be met,
For her abilities to be used to their fullest,
For her to flourish to her closest potential,
(Something I believe has yet to happen).
I want her to find love in every sense,
And while keeping her passion for art,
Exploring and delving into new ones.

I don't expect her to come home too often,
I don't think it would be healthy to,
But to see her genuine smile
Radiating through her as she speaks of her Hampshire experiences--
To the ups and downs of
New people,
New curriculum,
New freedom--
Will be the greatest gift to me as a mother.