Oh my dear sweet boy.
I knew that you were growing .
You lost interest in your toys.
I heard the changes coming .
Your voice a squeaky noise.
I knew that you were growing.
Your eyes looked for distant joys.
I saw the changes coming.
Your face no longer a baby boy.
I knew that you were growing.
Your heart wide open for a love to join.
A growing man you have become.I love you to the moon. Happy birthday my youngest son.
Memoirsofalovingmom
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