My daughter how you're growing and changing every day

Some day you'll be too busy to dance, and sing, and play.

It seems like only yesterday I rocked you in my arms;

and though a tiny baby I was captured by your charms.

Then in the blinking of an eye a toddler walked to me,

Those days too are gone now but oh, how can that be.

Now when I look at you a little girl I see,

with grown up dreams and wishes playing make-believe.

Too soon you will be all grown up, but my pride will never end.

For I'll always be your mother and I hope your dearest friend.

You're standing in the doorway.

Your workday is all done.

He waits to see you everyday, this boy that is your son.

He hopes you will go fishing.

He hopes you'll shoot the gun.

He just wants to be with you, this boy that is your son.

He is your spitting image.

To him you are ''The One''.

He hopes to be just like you, this boy that is your son.

You show him what a man is.

You teach as you have fun.

You are admired as well as loved by this boy that is your son.

You've got a friend forever.

Until the world is done.

Then, still you will be holding this man that is your son.