You make me old,
You make me young,
You give me a new sense of fun.
I see things through your child’s eyes,
But age with worry when you cry.
You make me fast,
You make me slow,
You teach me there’s no place to go,
That won’t wait whilst we ponder leaves,
But I run fast to fix your grief.
You make me happy,
You make me sad,
Already I miss the days we had,
They pass too fast, but they make way,
For newer, more exciting days.
But most of all,
You make me glad,
You’re the best luck I’ve ever had.
I love you both enormously,