I count each precious baby kiss
And store them deep inside
For future reference
When kisses may not come so easily
From growing lips.
I see you standing there,
Small, yet tall and proud
In new school clothes
And my heart catches in my throat.
Where has my baby gone?
We drive to school
And I fight the urge
To rush you home
Safe with me forever.
I see your face alight with joy
And hear your endless chatter,
Caught up in the excitement
Of new adventures.
I know you are ready,
Already beginning to let go of me
In small ways.
I am not prepared for this.
My throat tightens again and my heart aches.
I know you are ready.
Will I ever be?