My Sweet Baby Girl Is Growing

Touch Of Love

You were six months old, and full of fun
With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do
But I turned my head and you turned two.



At two you were still dependent on me
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I wished to ignore
But as I lit the candles, there weren't three but four.



Four was the year that you really strived.
Why look at you now, you're already five.
Now you're ready for books and rules.
This is the year that you go to school.



The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus going oh, so slow.
As the bus drove away and you waved goodbye
I felt a lump in my throat and a tear stung my eye.



For when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
Time goes by so fast it's hard to believe
Why just yesterday you were home with me.



So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a woman
-Cindy Zelinkski