With a Blink of An Eye
I was once six months old and full of fun, with a blink of an eye, I was suddenly one.
I know I was a handful, and at times you wondered what to do, but by the time you had the
answers, I went and turned two.
When I was two, I was still so helpless and dependent on you.
So many things, I myself could not manage to do.
Independence took over when I turned three.
It's frustrating at times when you're yelling at me.
Soon I'll be four, your little boy, only a while more.
Father time will soon come and close that childhood door.
Then will come school and I know we'll both cry.
But with tears will come growth as we say our good byes.
You might be at wits end, when I'm rambunctious and ten.
But when I turn thirteen you'll wish me that age once again.
Then there will be bruises and there will be tears.
There will girls in just a few more years.
There will be fights and there will be hugs.
There will mistakes, but none will be with drugs.
Times will be tough but I know you'll always understand.
Mom, you blinked again, and now I am a MAN!
Copyright © Eric Szimanski | Year Posted 2006
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