Letting Go
Little boy with hair in curl,
Pretty as most any girl.
Feed you well to make you grow.
Wishing time was turned to slow.
Watching with attentive eye,
Guarding from the tricks you try.
Climbing in the apple tree,
Falling may you fall on me.
Proud I am to see you growing,
Even though it's with the knowing,
Each step is one more step away
From the little boy I love today.
For just this while I hold you tight.
Tuck you in to sleep at night,
Playing my part in bigger plan
For my small son, too soon a man.
By' Joyce Johnson April 2014
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