To my blue eyed, blonde haired boy,
You will always be my little soldier,
Evan when your all grown up & I probably will only stand to your shoulder!
I love you being the age of four,
Mainly because of our conversations I will never bore.
Your all of a sudden so grown up,
You don't need my help & you've already started to say 'don't kiss me mum, ' and tut.
I'm going to miss you so much when you start school,
I will try not to cry and look like a fool.
But before all that we've got all summer to play,
And I'm really going to make the most of everyday.
Because four years have already flown,
And I know soon that my blue eyed blonde hair boy will be all grown...
April 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, I enjoy your writing style