When you were small
you always looked for trouble,
Meeting it much closer than halfway,
Now you are tall
My worry is quite double
No longer can I put you safe away.
Where once I could
enclose you to my bosom,
Hide you from the outside world of pain,
Now, still, I would
Die for you and then some,
But know you have to go your way to gain.
Lately it, seems,
That I am getting smaller.
Or maybe it’s just you who’s getting big,
We’re still extremes
but now it’s you who’s taller,
You who protect me, your ‘Little Pig’.
Now it’s you who
paints my bedroom ceiling,
You’re the one who lifts my heavy stuff,
You’re kind and caring
and you are so lovingI’m proud you are my son -that’s more than enough