Sometimes you sit back and say “What just happened here?” Before you know it, the little child has blossomed into a young man, and there are so many things you meant to say. These are some of those things I meant to say, and now I have.
So small, so frail
See him sleep; exhale
Every move was so unreal
My son, my life
I gently kissed my wife
So this is how happiness feels
Young boy, off to school
So bright; he’s nobody’s fool
He really stood out in the crowd
Those grades; reading books
I’m in awe of his good looks
That boy of mine made me proud
Now he seems so grown
Nice suit and a new cell phone
Already he’s looking like a young man
The little boy’s in the backseat
Grade school now complete
Everything according to the plan
But it seems I blink my eyes
This older man he cries
Scared to see his baby leave the nest
But I know he’ll be just fine
No matter where he goes, he’s mine
In my eyes he’ll always be the best
I love you son
Dad
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