growing up

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As a new mother
I love my little boy
I smile and coo with him
I wonder at this little joy

I cherish his infancy
Soon he will crawl, then walk
Carry a blanket or toy
Someday, start to talk

I realize this will happen
Nothing I can do, I know
But to hold my little son close
As I watch him grow

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