' Richie'
Poem written for my son 22 years ago:
He carries himself tall,
he's quite a handsome young man.
He comes whenever I call
to see what I have planned.
His eyes are big and brown,
he has his Mom's eyes you see.
He is a king with a crown,
in his Mom's eyes he's royalty.
He has grown up so fast.
How did the years slip by?
As I look back into the past,
I see my little boy cry.
But now he holds his head up high
with a determined look on his face.
He thinks he's grown up, I sigh,
in my heart there's an empty place.
Even though he hasn't left the nest
I know I must let him go,
so he can see and feel what's out there, yet
all the time I want to say No!
You must not grow up so fast.
Your my boy, your my heart,
you're a magic spell that was cast.
But all in all we must let go
and let our young ones live
a life of their own and let them grow
to learn to love and give.
So I find the place in my heart not empty
but overflowing with love for you.
You are my first born, my son.
Good luck and may God bless all that you do.
Love, Mom