Fuzzy blonde head
Bluest blues
Crawled out of bed
Ran to get the ball
Said "Bootball" to everyone in the Piggly Wiggly
Jumped, climbed, ran, jumped again, climbed higher, kept running
Picked a flower
Cut the grass
Chopped a tree
Hugged my neck
I wiped his tears
He wiped mine
Asked deep questions
About love, and life and God and Jesus
Asked for angels to sit on our roof
with shields, and swords, and helmets
to protect us at night
Outside till dark
Riding his bike till his cheeks were red
Pushed a wheelbarrow for
Miss Mary
Rode his bike in circles around me
while I walked to unwind
Blonde hair touches his shoulders
Fuzzy chin if he forgets to shave
He loves Tuesday's gone
Panera Bread
Sitting on his bed listening to
Cage the Elephant
Learning new guitar chords
I visit his school
He lights up with pride
"My mom is here'
The math teacher speaks of his smarts
"He's almost 18"
I hear myself say it
"Fourteen days."
He hollers across the parking lot
as he says good-bye to Joey
His long hair blows in the breeze
And my heart swells with a love
That only a mother can understand
What I'd give up for him
What I'd do for him
He came to me at 37
The blessing of being older
is you cherish every minute
You try hard to stop and absord the moments
The sights, the smells, the laughter, the pain
Because you know it will be gone
In a flash
You have wisdom at 38, that you wish you didn't have
You have more wisdom at 40, understanding that those soft little cheeks
will soon be square
And the soft, high voice, will soon drop
At 45, you understand that its time to let go
Because boys become men
So you loosen the grip
And pray real hard
Then, when he is almost 18
He reaches out to me
To hold my hand
And wipe my tears
Because he is almost 18
And he understands
Bluest blues
Crawled out of bed
Ran to get the ball
Said "Bootball" to everyone in the Piggly Wiggly
Jumped, climbed, ran, jumped again, climbed higher, kept running
Picked a flower
Cut the grass
Chopped a tree
Hugged my neck
I wiped his tears
He wiped mine
Asked deep questions
About love, and life and God and Jesus
Asked for angels to sit on our roof
with shields, and swords, and helmets
to protect us at night
Outside till dark
Riding his bike till his cheeks were red
Pushed a wheelbarrow for
Miss Mary
Rode his bike in circles around me
while I walked to unwind
Blonde hair touches his shoulders
Fuzzy chin if he forgets to shave
He loves Tuesday's gone
Panera Bread
Sitting on his bed listening to
Cage the Elephant
Learning new guitar chords
I visit his school
He lights up with pride
"My mom is here'
The math teacher speaks of his smarts
"He's almost 18"
I hear myself say it
"Fourteen days."
He hollers across the parking lot
as he says good-bye to Joey
His long hair blows in the breeze
And my heart swells with a love
That only a mother can understand
What I'd give up for him
What I'd do for him
He came to me at 37
The blessing of being older
is you cherish every minute
You try hard to stop and absord the moments
The sights, the smells, the laughter, the pain
Because you know it will be gone
In a flash
You have wisdom at 38, that you wish you didn't have
You have more wisdom at 40, understanding that those soft little cheeks
will soon be square
And the soft, high voice, will soon drop
At 45, you understand that its time to let go
Because boys become men
So you loosen the grip
And pray real hard
Then, when he is almost 18
He reaches out to me
To hold my hand
And wipe my tears
Because he is almost 18
And he understands
