Letting Go

Little boy with hair in curl,
Pretty as most any girl.
Feed you well to make you grow,
Wishing time would go more 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 its 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 the bigger plan
For the little boy, too soon a man.

By: Joyce 7/16/08