..... A touch of Love

A Touch of Love

You were six months old and full of fun

With a blink of an eye you were suddenly one.

There were so many things we were going to do,

But I turn my head and you were two.

At two you were still dependent on me,

But independence took over when you were three.

Your third birthday, another year I wished to ignore,

But as I lit the candles there weren't three but four.

Four was the year that you really strived,

Why, look at you now, you're already five.

Now you're ready for books and rules,

This is the year that you go to school.

The big day came you were anxious to go.

We walked to the bus, going oh so slow.

As the bus drove away and you waved good-bye

I felt a lump in my throat and a tear stung my eye.

For when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground,

You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

Time goes by so fast its hard to believe,

Why just yesterday you were home with me.

So I am holding these moments as hard as I can,

Because the next time I look I'll be seeing a man . . .

So I am holding these moments as close as I dare . . .

In a twinkling, a woman will be standing there.

 

 

 

source: http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/bbychld/growup.htm