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4.14.2018

Mommy, Are Your Watching Me

Playing in the floor was my little baby boy,
Gently cooing fondly o’re his toy,
Then I heard his struggling effort 
And I glanced up just in time
To see my boy roll over
Then his tiny eyes met mine;

“Mommy, are you watching me?
I rolled over, did you see?
I know there are much bigger things
That could capture your attention,
But, Mommy, are you watching me?”

The months passed by, and then, one ordinary day,
My baby boy slowly made his way
Across the room and then with care
He stood and walked a baby mile,
And as he reached the end he met me
With his biggest smile.

“Mommy, are you watching me?
I can walk now, did you see?
I know there are much bigger things 
That could capture your attention,
But, Mommy, are you watching me?”

The years passed swiftly by, and soon my little man could
Ride a bike and whittle on some would.
Then, one day, I heard a shout
And peering through the window,
My young man drove into the lane,
He wanted me to know;

“Mommy, are you watching me?
I can drive now, did you see?
I know there are so many other things
that could capture your attention,
But, Mommy, are you watching me?”

Then one day I saw my boy become a man
As he proudly made his vows and held her hand.
I watched their love abound 
And in not to long at all,
I smiled as I took the phone,
Received his happy call;

“Mommy, are you watching me?
I’m a daddy, did you see?
You’ve always made me feel that I was
Worth all of your attention,
Still, Mommy, are you watching me?

Mommy, are you watching me?
I’m a man, don’t you see?
From your eyes I find the courage
And the strength to be strong.
Oh, Mommy, are you watching me?”

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