I remember when . . .
Oh, those blond curls were bountiful,
Nestled upon his head.
Those glimmering eyes so full of smiles,
The little things that he said.
Like a ‘donnell’ was a hammer,
That pounded like ‘Poppie”.
Who took him in the pick-up truck,
Back when he was three.
He would take off on his ‘BIG FOOT’ truck,
A smile upon his lips.
And I would chase after him,
Kyle stuck on my hip.
And ‘Popo’’s hats he used to wear,
Oh, how they looked so cute.
And how he tried to be like his daddy,
Trudging along in his boots.
His first try at the skating rink,
I thought he was so small,
Lacing up those roller skates,
Watching him crash into the wall.
His first ride on the tricycle,
Teetering left, then right.
Finally mastering bicycle skills,
Concentrating with all his might.
Then off to school we sent him,
Backpack, lunch pail and all.
Soon he would be lost among them,
And I would see him hit his first ball.
A sports lover from the beginning.
From T-ball, to football and more.
Can’t forget hockey and basketball,
Oh, how he loves to score!
He rode skateboards and motorcycles,
Much to my concern.
And those ‘apron strings’ would come undone,
He was growing up, I had to learn.
That’s when the world started spinning.
I couldn’t hold him back.
He grew and moved on, growing so fast.
So thankful he stayed on the right track.
God was my guide and salvation.
Without Him I couldn’t have been,
So patient and understanding,
As boys grow into men.
And so as he grows to adulthood,
I know I will be just as proud.
He will be a wonderful person,
Just as the Lord has aloud.
And I wish to tell you my son,
My firstborn baby so dear.
Nothing can stop you from trying,
And if you need me I’ll be here.
I’ll try no to advise you too severely,
As your driving days begin.
But remember I’m still your mother,
and some arguments you just can’t win.
I’ll always remind you to be careful,
Wear your seat belt, don’t’ speed, and such.
And I do this ‘for your own good’,
And because I care so much.
Happy ‘Sweet Sixteenth’ my son,
A birthday wish from me,
May all your dreams come true,
I love you dearly . . . Mommy.
MOM