Andrew

Andrew is my youngest son,
I remember back when he was one,
He and I had so much fun.
When he was two he loved to talk,
He'd hold my hand as we would walk.
I took him once to see a duck,
On the way he saw a B truck.
Sometimes words were hard to say,
But he'd say them so cute, in his own little way.
He'd grab my cheeks and say I wuff you,
He loved to eat when I made chief stew.

When he was three we rode a train,
We played in puddles after the rain.
When he was four he loved to play,
with friends outside on a sunny day.

When he was five and went to school,
I wanted to cry but kept my cool.
I felt like he was growing up so fast,
I wanted all our fun to last.
When he was six he rode his bike,
and then we took a nature hike.

When he was seven he played ball,
He'd run real fast and never fall.
When he was eight he caught a bee,
and instead of him, it stung me.

When he was nine he learned to swim,
and the Christmas tree he loved to trim.
When he was ten he used to win,
any card game I'd play him in.

Now he's eleven, less time for me,
Friends are who he wants to see.
Its okay, go have fun I say,
We'll spend time another day.
I sit and think of times before,
when he was too small to even open the door.

Memories I cherish and more yet to be,
I think to myself when he comes home to me.
how he's thoughtful and loves to share,
Hugs with me, he's my teddy bear!