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In seventeen years
You’ve become quite a man
Gradual changes
All but your little boy hands
First the Deep voice
Then the Facial hair
Word play and sarcasm
Nevermind, I won’t go there
You made me a mom
You made me crazy
Watching you grow up
Has made life a little hazy
Little do you know
I’ve been watching you
Cherishing the things
That have yet to grow
My favorite thing
That’s not yet a man
One thing that stayed the same
Is your little boy hands