Remembering every aspect
From his small little hands to his tiny pink toes
Every second I’ve seen his smile aglow
The little giggles that made it all worth while
And his silly crawl that once drove me wild
As now I look upon an angels face
My little boy is changing his pace
From a bundle to a child that walks
Time itself can’t ever stop
I wish I may
I wish I might
Relive this version of his little life
My baby boy is now a child
Grown to fast
Born to be wild
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