Watching You Grow, Letting Go

Last night, I was tucking you in. Your eyes half-closed, your little grin.

And I remember when you were just born. That tiny cry. A life reborn.

The years, they flow too fast to hold. Moments warm,

but time's so cold. The best thing is

watching you grow. But letting go, it hurts me so.

I see your shoes lined up by the door. They're bigger now

than they were before. Your laughter echoes down these halls.

But soon you'll chase your own new cause.