Today’s the day that Henry’s 8.
He’s
growing fast; we’ll celebrate
And
though I love each stretch and stride,
A
little pang can’t be denied.
The
baby in my arms I rocked
As
lullabies my mind unlocked;
The
pudgy toddler on my lap,
Preferring
stories to a nap.
The
music classes and the gym;
(Though
climbing high was not for him.)
The
times when we would say goodbye
And
he would follow us and cry.
Before
the tablet and the Switch,
Together
times were sweet and rich.
To
be with Henry, sharp and bright,
Was
absolute and pure delight.
Of
course, he’s still the greatest boy
Who
brings me lots of deep-felt joy
But
as the years add up, I see
There’s
much less time and need for me.
It
should be thus; I can’t complain
And
our connection will remain.
Yet
as I glimpse back to the past,
I
feel like it’s gone by too fast.
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