You no longer wear the softness of a child
I look at you, not down
But straight into your eye
Yet, I do not resist the urge
To hug you when I can
Your arms are long and awkward…
…the beginnings of a man
You ask questions spurred by deeper thought
Gone is the ceaseless spring of childish gush
The hand of time is nudging you along
Suddenly I sense its hurried push
And when did you begin to blush?
The proof of fading innocence
The bud of adolescence
I cannot see the brink on which you’re poised
But I can hear it in
The timbre of your voice
When began the deepening of its tone
Or the ruddiness beneath your tan?
Will you remain forever just a boy?
Or will you seek wisdom and become a man?
Next year Matt will be hiking on Thanksgiving with our youth group.
This year's hike for me was bittersweet. Time is in such a hurry!