He’s not my baby anymore,
I stand beside his closed door,
Along with larger shoes,
Came a huge attitude.
With a mind that is so sharp,
His tongue often shooting darts,
He has scars no one can see,
He seeks no comfort from me.
My hugs he used to enjoy,
But no longer my little boy,
He tells me to just go away,
He doesn’t need me anyway.
I’ll be here when he returns,
With his boyhood concerns,
With secret pain he hides,
Because he has too much pride.
At night, with tears I pray,
That this boy will be okay.
But he’s not my baby anymore,
He turns the lock on his door.