The words they are few
You're barely speaking my name
But then when you do,
it's to belittle and shame
Now everything is fair game.

I wish you the best
As you set out on your own
The world calls to you
How much you have grown
There may be some days
When you feel you need me
I'll still be around
To your troubles I'll see
I've always known
You were going places
From saving your pennies
To tying your shoelaces
Now you're an adult
But to me you'll always be
The inquisitive child
A reflection of me.

A sob steals my breath
Like I'm in the last stages
In the throes of death

The years run and leap
Age fights, but in it does creep
Youth, hold on and keep

Your sense of humor
Has me roaring with laughter
But your funny side
Comes from a place of great pain
An outlet that keeps you sane.

Promises you made.
Maybe not written in stone.
But signed just the same.

Some use loud voices.
With opinions and the like.
I don't like that much.
Opinions should be subtle.
Little softer to the touch.