(for daughter Terisa and grandson Alex Zander)
Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes
You watch in wonder as he grows
A gentle hug, a mothers sigh
You blink your eyes, time goes by
He's rolling over and sitting up
His bottle is now a sippy cup
He's on his knees, then on his feet
Grab the memories, time is fleet
First a walker, then a trike
Off he goes on a two-wheel bike
Cops and robbers, kick the can
Now he's playing in rock bands
Your mothers arms ache to hold
That baby boy but time has strolled
Budding mustache, his first shave
He's at the beach to catch a wave
You've done your best and raised him right
Now you watch as he takes flight
Straight and tall, your son, a man
As he holds his baby's hand
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