Each minute that passes, I see something different you do,
You’re growing so fast I feel a pain of fear,
For I know the time is not far when I will lose you dear.
Though I hold you close and rock you to and fro,
I think of the time you will tell me “Mom I Love him so.”
I think of the day you will kiss me good-bye,
I think of that fateful day with a tear in my eye.
Please dear forgive me for speaking this strange way,
For like all Mothers I shall be content with your short stay,
When you leave to marry take my love along,
And in return give a grandchild to fill my heart with song.
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