Sta.sh
Growth
by *ghostloveHe looks so cute in silly hats and costumes of the season,
full of laughter, fun and love, silliness for no reason.
His smile can light the darkest day, with tiny teeth and gums,
He finds fun in the smallest things; in spoons or dolls or drums.
He loves without condition even when I'm feeling blue
he's full of hugs and kisses, he's a charmer through and through.
He's cheeky, even naughty, as he learns his boundaries
he tests his borders with a smile, he's really quite a tease.
When eating, he makes such a mess, and smiles throughout it all
he thinks that throwing food around is such a bloomin' ball;
But I'm not mad, it's meant to be, 'cause that's what babies do,
I just clean him when dinner's done (and sometimes clean me too!)
When strolling down the street with me he's bound to get attention
from people young and old alike he always gets a mention.
He flirts with all the pensioners, with coos and fluttered lashes
and every time they look at him again, that gum-grin flashes.
He learns a new trick every day it seems, and as I watch him
growing older, growing wiser, it's getting difficult to catch him;
'Cause every step he takes himself's a step away from me,
there's not long 'til he knows himself and starts to disagree.
I see his personality develop by the second
and know my mum was right when she told me that adulthood beckoned
'Cause time does fly, that old cliche is true, I'm sad to say,
and he gains more independence now with every passing day.
For now though, while he needs me I'll do everything I can
to help this little boy become a self-sufficient man
I'll love him, help him grow and give him everything he needs
to take him to whatever life his own ambition leads.
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