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My Son's Place |
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I dedicate this page with love to my Son who has brought so much joy into our lives and to all who know him. Although he is growing into a fine young man now, to me, he will always be, forever young. |
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A Touch of Love |
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You were six months old and full of fun, |
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with the blink of an eye, you were suddenly one. |
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There were so many things we were going to do, |
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but I turned my head, and you turned two. |
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At two you were very dependent on me, |
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but independence took over when you turned three. |
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Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore... |
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but when I lit the candles there wern't three, but four. |
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Four was the year that you really strived, |
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why, look at you now, you're already five. |
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Now you are ready for books and for rules, |
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this is the year that you go to school. |
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The big day came, you were anxious to go. |
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We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow. |
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As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye, |
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I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes. |
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Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe |
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that just yesterday you stayed home with me. |
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And tomorrow when the bus brings you home |
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and you jump to the ground, |
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you'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown. |
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So, I'm holding on to these moments as hard as I can, |
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because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man. |
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Author Unknown |
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