Monday, 10 March 2014

Growing up

Mum it's time for me to go now,
I don't need you to hold my hand,
I want to see the world around me
run my fingers through the sand.
I want to jump in muddy puddles
and create a nest of leaves,
I want to go where the others go,
crawl on my hands and knees.
I want to swing beyond the clouds
to climb to highest heights.
I want to run through the grass
and catch insects as they pass.

Mum it's time for me to go now,
I don't need you to watch,
I want to jump right up from falling
walk on my own two feet.
I want to pick my favourite foods
I want to choose what I should eat.
I want to be a big boy, 
do a pee pee in my potty,
I want to wipe my own nose,
make my face ever so snotty.

Mum now the sun has disappeared 
the stars are in the sky,
it's time for you to rub my head 
and give me a kiss good night.
It's time to read a story,
it's time to hold me near
It's time that you remember 
I will always want you here.

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall

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