Holding On to the Memories

You were six months old and full of fun,  
with a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.

     There were so many things we were going to do,
but I turned around and you were two.

At two, you were very dependent on me,    
but independence took over... then you were three.

    Your third birthday; another year I tried to ignore,
    but when I lit the candles, there weren't three, there were four.    

Four was the year you really strived...    
why look at you now; your'e already five!

    Now you are ready for books and for rules,
this is the year that you go to school.

The big day came, you were anxious to go...    
we walked to the bus, going oh, so ...slow.
    As you climbed up the steps, and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat, and tears stung my eyes.

The time goes so fast, it's hard to believe...    
just yesterday you were home, here, with me.

    And tomorrow, when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground,
you'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

So, I'm holding to these memories as hard as I can...    
because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.

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