Thinking back on years gone by,
Tears stream readily from my eyes.
But why? It makes no sense. I have no clue.
It was love at first sight when it comes to you.
Will the memories forever be this clear view?
That dimple, those eyes in that deep shade of blue.
I hope so. I wish I knew.
Happy memories come easily, there’s a whole big pile
A little boy with a smile, chubby cheeks, and quirky style.
But no matter how hard I try, each memory so precious just makes me cry.
Tears of joy,
Tears of sadness,
Tears of longing,
And tears of pride,
Bubble up as one from deep down inside.
Choose joy they say, life is full of blessings each day.
It’s true because the joy is what makes me feel this way.
Even with days, moments, and memories anew.
I can’t help but miss the little you.
Why can’t a notice be mailed? Slow down! Exhale!
This is the last time he’ll reach up to be held.
But there was no notice. I missed it. I don’t remember.
Did I pick you up, squeeze you, make you feel safe?
Did I take notice of those eyes in that deep shade of blue?
I hope so. I wish I knew.
The winds pick up, off to Kinder you go.
We held hands in the hallway on that first day.
I hugged you and tried to hide the tears away,
Tears of joy,
Tears of sadness,
Tears of longing,
And tears of pride,
Bubbled up as one from deep down inside.
I tried but I couldn’t put on an act.
You were scared also, so followed me out
Three times to be exact.
The next several years went by just like that,
In a whirlwind of Spelling words, lost teeth, lunch money, and Math.
But wait. That notice. It should’ve said, Slow down! Exhale!
This is the last time he’ll want to make sure the reindeer are fed.
But there was no notice. I didn’t know. How could I?
Were my efforts of creating memories achieved?
Was it magical and meaningful during the years you believed?
Was there a twinkle in those eyes in that deep shade of blue?
I hope so. I wish I knew.
And now here we are talking video games and braces.
Getting ready for middle school and all the new faces.
I’m trying so hard to soak it all in,
But I’ve learned from experience, the notice wont send.
I’ll miss something. Forget something. That I can’t mend.
The tears will come as you limit my hugs in front of friends.
Tears of joy,
Tears of sadness,
Tears of longing,
And tears of pride,
Will bubble up as one from deep down inside.
The winds are changing. We’re on the brink.
But don’t feel bad, It’s normal. I’m ready. I think.
There is one thing I do know because I know you,
If you walk with confidence in those eyes in that deep shade of blue,
There’s nothing you wont be able to accomplish and do.
I know so. I pray you do too.
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