Where Is

Where is the boy who grab my hand when he took his first step? Where is the little boy I watched so intently while he slept ? It was his first day of school as he turned and smiled and waved good bye I nodded and smiled trying not to cry. As the years rushed past the boy became a young man I turned around and he had grown into a man. That little boy was gone and would never return again. He’s turned into someone I don’t even know, All I have are memories of a little boy who once called me mom.