You walk as one who has seen many things,
Eyes to the front, to meet what is to come;
Excited, primed for what the future brings,
Yet still a backward glance for Dad and Mum.
School bag and water bottle held aloft,
You have a stride, where once there was a bounce;
Those eyes are intense- yet they are still soft,
So different, yet you have not gained an ounce.
In two short weeks you have become a boy.
Who will, in time, become a budding man;
Your transformation brings me such great joy,
Though through my hands your tender years have ran.
As your world grows, my love for you, so deep;
Is with you, from your waking till your sleep.
© Tom Tide 2016