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.
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