learn to let go

i'm holding this picture - you drew when you were four -, it was one we proudly hung - on our refrigerator door -, i found it in the attic - in your old dresser drawer -, by a pillow that we made you - and a blanket that you had -, when we learned to chase the monsters - from underneath your bed -, and i remember -, how i learned how to hold you when you cried - i learned how to let you be strong -, learned how to calm you in the dark - learned how to listen with my heart -, i learned how to watch you grow - but how will i learn to let go -, and when i walk in your bedroom - the memories that i keep -, are bedtime stories - and rocking you to sleep -, and as i held you - you'd drift off to dream - and i know, it might sound crazy - now that you are grown -, but yesterday still feels - like the day we brought you home -, and i remember -