Connie Leigh Lindsay
My sons, you are slowly growing
away from the babies I remember.
Every passing day I wish you were still
the little babies that I could sit and hold for hours.
I know you each have to grow,
to become your own person.
Yet I still wish that time would stand still,
to keep you as you are now.
I'm afraid that one day soon
I'll have to let you go completely.
I hope at least, that I will always
be the one you come to for advice.
My sons, how I ache to keep you here,
yet I also hope you have a child of your own
To pass on the teaching and advice
I have and will give each of you.
My sons, you will always be with me
no matter where you go or who you become.
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