ALMOST 

Little man, bigger boy? 

Source of mommy’s smile and joy. 

Almost grown, not quite there 

Wants to keep up, jump up, be up, 

Yet, so far from the final touch. 

 

Little man, baby face,  

Thinks growing is a race 

Going, going, will not stop, 

Slow down, please, so I can catch up. 

 

Little man, “Yes I can,” is so sure  

He knows the plan. 

Little man, my heart is yours. 

Even when you’ve reached the goal, 

Growing with you has made me whole.