Where did the time go?

My son turned twenty one yesterday.  I spent the entire day trying to crawl out of the pit of denial; trying to face the fact that twenty one years had indeed passed.  How could I be the mother of a twenty one year old?  I feel young and at times can still frolic like a twelve year old!  This isn’t right, something clearly is wrong.  No, it’s true the time is gone.  Now fully accepting the reality I find myself a bit sentimental.  The feelings bubbled to the surface and the words flowed and this is how they go:

Where did the time go?

Just last week was my son born

Ten fingers and ten toes, that’s how it’s done

Enormous hands caress his cheeks

Your smile, your father’s pleasure peaks

With a wiggle and a wriggle you reach up

Mother obliges with kisses and hugs

First steps are taken and early he spoke

Proud were we at how you had grown

Before we knew it, to school he would go

To learn letters and numbers, science and sports

Well, not really sports he didn’t care much for those

But he liked the computer from very early on

We’ve pictures to prove it; at only three months old

Grateful were we that he always thrived

And before we knew it he was licensed to drive

Happy and loving he has always been

What his future holds remains to be seen

Imagine my wonder, and bitter sweet joy

To realize that you are no longer a boy

Just turned twenty one

You’re considered a man

My heart bursts with emotion

Where did the time go?