GROWN

My boy has grown.
he swims alone in the pool
grinning from ear to ear,
no matter how hot or cold.
My boy has grown.

We walk together now
down the streets of the city.
He still takes my hand,
but often strays.
My boy has grown.

Looking forward to
the game, we’ll cheer and
shout. Share a souvenir cup,
diet Pepsi, and a couple of hot dogs.
My boy has grown.

I’ll keep the ticket stubs.
He’ll remember the score
and where we sat.
My boy has grown.

I know I have to enjoy
these days together,
make the most of this time,
before my boy is grown
and gone.