Footloose
I'm footloose and fancy free.
My youngest daughter is twenty one.
I've just returned from having fun.
Visiting each and every one.
Isn't it bliss to see them grown?
Fully formed adults on their own.
Confident, carefree, full of plans.
Before they settle with a man.
A job well done, I can relax.
Think of only me in fact.
The pitter patter of tiny feet.
Will be the next I have to greet.
I'm not a grandma yet, oh no!
Now is my time to let go.
Travel a little, while I can.
Perhaps meet a new man.
It's a nice way to be, fancy free.
After a life of dedication.
Now it's time for meditation.
Relax, breathe, rejuvenation.
29/04/2017
For Fancy Free contest.
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