Each time I blink I swear you've grown,
The date for pre-school quickly looms,
My stomach knots, it's come too soon.
I see you at parks wanting big boy friends,
And I know our times coming to an end.
I'll take deep breaths, it's time for change,
I need to adjust my mum radar range.
You'll soon have a life that I'll not always see,
And so now son it's time that I think about me.
It's been hard sometimes, I'll honestly say,
But I don't regret a single day.
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