A child's hand

Little blonde curls on top of his head
His little cheeks all rosy red
His eyes bright blue big and wide
A mothers heart fills with pride
His tiny hand holds on to mine
He let's go from time to time
To chase a firefly or a ball he dropped
I take his hand as he reaches back up
Those curls are darker now
Those blue eyes have a hint of grey
He's off to school and then to play
He's learning his freedom and all that it brings
Responsibility, ,independence, and buy his own things
The years have past too quickly for me
He's no longer that little one on my knee
Time has changed his looks maturity you see
Now he's is quite taller then me
Wow my little curly head boy has become such a young man
He now has the bigger hand
Though he's older now I want him to see
His momma still prays for him down on her knees
That he will seek Gods guidance in his life
And one day bless him with a beautiful wife
And children that reach to hold his hand
My curly head boy is now a man