My son is growing up.
So quickly he has matured,
From a chubby little baby,
To a lean, little boy.
He is so excited to start,
A new adventure at school,
But it breaks my heart,
That time is flying by.
I want all my children to stay,
Close to me,
Until the day,
They leave for the adventure of life.
He's been at school three years now,
I cannot believe that he can read!
He is so wise and intelligent,
He worries too much,
The age of innocence,
Will soon be lost :-(
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