All Grown Up
Suddenly my life is changing
Things are a mess I'm rearranging
Packing boxes clearing walls
All because his duty calls
The more I pack the more I cry
It's almost time to say goodbye
He's 18 now getting out on his own
I've done my job my son is grown
Not college bound he's headed where life is wavy
Now a military man he's in the Navy
I'm sure he'll call maybe even write
I miss him every day and night
I remember when he was so small
Now he's over 6 feet tall
He is no longer my little guy
He's done packing I have to say goodbye
Loaded his car and out the door
Nothing left in his room but bare walls and floor
As go through memories I found his first sippy cup
He won't need it now he's all grown up.
Copyright © Shannon Goodson | Year Posted 2006
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