I have held you so close,
All the years that you have grown.
Now I see you must do this on your own.
What I thought would be great,
I'm now trying to make come late.
So many years of teaching you to survive.
So many tears watching you say good bye.
My baby has grown and learned to be a man.
You no longer need me to hold your hand.
I'm so proud of who you've become.
It's such a hurt and such a joy.
I never thought this day would come.
A new life for you with adventures galore.
Me at home pacing the floor.
Hoping all of your dreams come true.
Wondering if you know that I'm here for you.
Your still my little boy, tender and dear.
Oh how I wish I could make you stay here.
A contest entry
- Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers.
315 points, ended April 2, 2007, 41 entries
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