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Stevie

 

Stevie:

 Where have all the years gone to? A man I see before me!

Time’s going by far too fast, where is my little boy Stevie?

Another summer draws to a close, the schools are back again.

My boy stands waiting for his bus, a dark figure in the rain.

 

But only yesterday we brought you home, that first time through the door. 

A dream baby and little boy, who could ever wish for more? 

You loved the Crèche and making friends, Bob the Builder and the toys

Your first day at big school - too cute, you smiled but made us cry! 

 

School plays and fun with your friends, never once I heard you complain.

The most chilled out little boy, funny how some things never change!

The best big brother you have become, a rock to us and the boys. 

‘Mr Dependable’ too for Grandad Pa, this I say with pride! 

 

You have your work as well as school, you’re always on the go. 

To see you head to work, clean-shaven, really makes me feel so old.

We’ve so much in common, there’s always time for a bit news or a chat.

Please don’t ever get so busy, that you don’t have time for that! 

 

As we get ready to stand with Dan, on the biggest day of his life.

I just want to tell you I’m proud of you and you’ve turned out alright!

Let’s have a beer to celebrate, I’m glad to have you by my side!

Though you tower over me, you’re still Stevie - my little boy!

 

By: Liam Murphy

08/09/2021

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