My Sons Poem by 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.