Own You'Ve Grown Poem by Susan Lacovara

Nineteen now
I see you tall
Where once so small
Staring up at the skyscraper
Possibilities of life
On a June day
Your arrival heralded our hearts
To joyous applause
Another June afternoon
Captured the Kodak moment
You, in your father's shirt
Buttoned backwards
To form a makeshift graduation gown
On your last day of preschool
Who knew the years
Could grow such wings
On a student's stage, June of last
To thunderous cheers
They crowned you king
Among your peers
As we waved goodbye to books and binders
And watched you walk into the sun
Of your own choices
You will always be little to me
Even as you morph into a man
I shall keep the fading photos
Of you running the sandy shores
Chasing the years to come
Tied like a kite string
To this heart of your aunt
Who never sees a brighter smile
Or hears a louder laugh
Or feels a sadder tear shed
Than those belonging to you
And time tells me
Against my will
To own you've grown
And steer my wishes your way
That everyday is purposeful
And love is plentiful
And peace is ever yours