Growing Up
Growing up
There Was a Little Boy
Who Had Blonde Golden Hair
He Really Loved His Mother
And Thought Her Great and Fair
He Told Her All His Troubles
As He Grew into a Man
She Was Always There for Him
To Hold His Little Hand
As the Boy Grew Older
His Hands Grew Big and Strong
No Matter What He Did
She Knew He Wasn't Wrong
Finally He Was Grown
He Had Become a Man
With Children of His Own
He Was Gentle as a Lamb
Then He Lost His Mother
And Though He Was a Man
Like a Child He Cried in Grief
As He Held Her "Little" Hand
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014
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