You’ve become so strong, so smart, so studious
but you are still my little boy.
Ready for kisses on a grubby face,
that fills my heart with joy.
How did you come to get so big,
you’re not a baby anymore
Now you are riding a skateboard,
instead of crawling across the floor.
You play with PS2 games instead of blocks
But believe in Santa Claus
And roll your eyes at me when you ask
and I answer “well, just because”.
Closer now to man than boy, and growing every day
But with your mustache from chocolate milk
To me you’ll always be my baby,
with cheeks as soft as silk.