|Matthew, January 2002- Where has the time gone?|
My mercurial boy is growing quickly.
Mood swings threaten, take us under.
You yearn for freedom, I ache.
My heart wants nothing more than
to hold you in my arms,
as you sleep, make everything better.
Your bed barely holds you now,
as you change before my eyes.
Your existence still holds me enchanted,
and my heart holds every smile,
like a priceless treasure carefully guarded.