Slow Down Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Hey, little boy, where have you been
and where pray tell are you going?
To fly a kite up to the sky
while all the winds are blowing.

Hey, little boy, remember me,
your mother home, and waiting?
Please share with me a dream or two
before the time for dating.

Hey, little boy,
the years are swift.
We have so few to share.
I'd like to hold you here with me,
but I'm not sure I'd dare.

The time must pass and you must grow
away from me I fear.
You're only four years old my son
so please stay one more year.

Right now you're Mommy's little guy.
Too soon you'll be a man.
So stay a while, and let me hold
these years while still I can.