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.
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