Growing Up

July 19, 2013

When I was born, so tiny and precious,

You were right there to protect and to hold.

Your eyes tear up as you look in my eyes,

A tear flows down as you realize time flies.

I’ve already turned two,

And I love to exclaim,

“Look, daddy,

I can time my shoe!”

Before your very eyes,

I’m already five.

You thank God for my existence,

For all the time we have had.

I next turn ten,

You look back at all I have been.

You tell me I can’t date,

You do it for my sake.

I then turn 12, in my teenage years.

You are the one I chose to fight my fears.

You glance away just for a second,

Then turn back and 15 had beckoned.

I have driving permit,

But you say I must first learn it.

Next I’m 16,

Yet against you I still lean.

I have my license now,

You ask but how?

The day is hear, I turn 18.

Before you meet my boyfriend,

I pray you are not mean.

You realize our time has gone be fast.

A man in my future is sure to ask.

But do not fear,

The end of our time is not near.

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