He packs his bags
He's about to fly
Off with his dreams
The visions he holds high

He's now eighteen
Wants to succeed
At being the best he can
Yet it's a tough scene

A mother's tears
Creeps from her eyes
She wishes him well
He says it's not goodbye

He'll be back one day
He'll come again
Memories come to mind
She remembers way back when

As a little boy
Who flew all through her house
A young man who played drums
Was never quiet as a mouse

A huge "Hey Mom"
Echoed her ears
She whispered "quiet please"
Now she's fighting back the tears

The house grows quiet
As he departs
With him he'll always have
A part of his mother's heart

She runs into her office
Looks to watch him go
He's been the biggest blessing
Among all she'll ever know

His funny smile
Comedian of the crowd
His big bear hugs
His voice strong and loud

Her whiney baby
Now becomes a man
She wishes him well
One day he'll understand

A mother's love
Never quite ends
She's going to miss her son
She sends a kiss until then

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This is for my son who came home last night from his father's house and said he was leaving home.
Child number three and it doesn't seem to get any easier. They sure grow up quick!

thats a nice poem it sounds like hes leaving for the military

They sure do grow up to fast. Great write

No this isn't the case. Thank you for your comment.

Yes they indeed do! Have a great day flame!