I recall that morning
Observing through curtains
Your little copper head,
First day off to school
Holding your mother's hand,
A step out into the world-
Too young to understand.
Tears fell down my cheeks
As I stood there reflecting,
Not long since your birth
And its joy filled commotion...
As your sister once said:
'I dont want to grow up! '
But then it would'nt be life.
For Prince our collie,
As you know, was once a pup.
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