My boys are growing up ,
its the end of another school year.
The time has flown by so fast ,
the thought of losing them brings a tear.
The older they do get ,
the more that want to do their own thing.
They seem to need me less and less ,
an empty feeling in me this does bring.
My eldest prefers to be out with friends ,
to big for a hug from mum he now says.
His own things he likes to do ,
boring to him are our family days.
This week is the last at primary school for middle one ,
and he is suffering from stage fright.
His leavers performance he has to do ,
and he's nervous about not getting it right.
In september he'll go onto secondary school ,
his difficulties they do hold him back.
He tries never to let them get him down ,
but confidence he does lack.
Then there is the youngest one ,
hard to believe he is only eight.
He's growing up faster than his brothers ,
thinks he's a big boy and wants to stay out late.
Watching each of them growing up ,
I do so with emormous pride.
But the thought of them no longer needing me ,
leaves me sad and the tears I try to hide.
