This little boy i call my son
is growing on in years.
As baby things are put away,
he outgrows childish fears.
I put aside his story books
and tuck away his toys;
he rushes off to be a man...
as is the way of boys.
I wish I'd taken extra time
as he was growing tall,
to talk and share and laugh with him
while he was young and small.
Time soon will find him gone-
that is the way of life;
he'll want a family of his own,
and he will choose a wife.
This is the way that it should be-
I know it in my mind;
but while I can I baby him,
before I'm left behind.
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