He's learned to tie his shoes,
Everyday, and every step, a little further away,
Yesterday A B C, and one, twos,
Still time for bedtime hugs, to end the day.
Up well before me and dressed for school,
I miss helping with buttons, zippers and snaps,
So many things reached now without a stool,
He stays up all day, and now I need the naps.
Sad proudness, I smile with stinging tear,
Every discovery, every accomplishment,
Warms my soul, I want to pull him near,
But a father's fate is warm proud lament.