Poem for Jordan

She's 21, a tot no more.
How did she grow so fast?

We laughed, we cried, we danced and prayed,
and laughed again and again.

The tears we shed, from bad words said,
landed on fertile ground..... the love we shared,
and were prepared, to love no matter what came around.

And now she's there, so far from here.
What am I prepared to say?

I'"m glad to shout, ""Hey, that's my girl. We are so proud.""
Amen, thank you God, Amen.