In the morning light, they start so small,
With tiny hands that grasp, afraid to fall.
Their laughter echoes pure and sweet,
As they take their first steps, so incomplete.

Years go by, the changes come fast,
As little boys grow, leaving the past.
From riding bikes to driving cars,
Reaching for dreams beyond the stars.

Their voices deepen, their shoulders broad,
Facing the world with a hopeful nod.
Through trials and triumphs, they become men,
Carving their paths with paper and pen.

Yet in their eyes, a spark remains,
A glimpse of those childhood days contained.
For though they’ve grown, the bond is strong,
In the heart of a mother, they forever belong.