Grown - A Poem

Years,
blocks of seconds,
minutes, days,

You were born
perfectly timed,

I found a cause
in those newborn eyes

that tracked mine steadily,
with smiles sublime

and to think -- your age
was just days.

Now, you stand
years later

without reaching
for my hand

I'm in awe ...
Every day I'm inspired by

what you know,
what you love,

I used to hold you close to me
constantly

especially
when you were sad

now you come to me,
circle your arms about me

when my smile doesn't surface
readily,

Boy, how you've grown.

By Mary E Lohan
For My Boys