I’m holding this picture — You drew when you were four —
It was one we proudly hung — On our refrigerator door —
I found it in the attic — In your old dresser drawer —
By a pillow that we made you — And a blanket that you had —
When we learned to chase the monsters — From underneath your bed —
And I remember —
How I learned how to hold you when you cried — I learned how to let you be strong —
Learned how to calm you in the dark — Learned how to listen with my heart —
I learned how to watch you grow — But how will I learn to let go —
And when I walk in your bedroom — The memories that I keep —
Are bedtime stories — And rocking you to sleep —
And as I held you — You’d drift off to dream — And I know
it might sound crazy — Now that you are grown —
But yesterday still feels — Like the day we brought you home —
And I remember —