by Riadh Bouassab

Created on: August 18, 2009

GROWING UP

From a baby, small and fresh with life

Viewed as the most precious thing by your parents who are husband and wife

Two years later your in your terrible two's

Began to walk, wearing little shoes

You all ways think when you've grown up you'll be what ever you want to be

I could tell you different but why ruin your glee

Your screaming has stopped you've began to talk

Your four, you crawled you ran before you you could walk

You want to be a fireman, a doctor a vet

You want to be the best anyone has met

Your six now, a trouble making tot

Granddad tells a joke and you laugh a lot

Your at that age were Christmas is the best

Mom looks at you proud, it seems only yesterday she held you to her chest

Going on eight, have sleep overs with your mate

Your into fishing, we use worms as bait

And as most little boys all like to do

He chucks them at his sister, she cries is say he really loves you

Your getting on thirteen now, the years have flown past

Sooner than later you'll leave, at least its been a blast

Your into girls a little Casanova

I'm dreading the time i have left with you will soon be over

Your eighteen, a young man, towering over me

It's your first job, your what you always wanted to be

You've gone from a baby, small and fresh with life

Viewed as the most precious thing by your parents who are husband and wife

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