When He Was Younger

When he was younger With my son I always did play, When he was younger With my son I always wanted to stay. When he was thirteen It was then only just him and me, When he was thirteen From his eyes excitement I could see. For him I would always dream and cook And many times take him out to eat, I would always read him his favorite book And give him his favorite treat. Together we would always go on vacation Always just him my son and I, We'd holiday in a different nation I enjoyed the excitement in his eye. When he was older No longer did he want me at his side, When he was older No more was I his friend or his guide. When he became an adult He didn't need or want me anymore, When he became an adult I then sat beside a closed door. As I now sit alone on the couch I watch and hear my son go here and there, Unto me, he is now a grouch I now remember yesterday with fondness and care. Randy L. McClave