Growing Up

You grow so fast,
Lives hurtling past…
I must make time,
Make moments last.

Before too long,
This time is gone,
Alone you’re fine,
A solo song.

But all alone,
I’ll hug the phone,
The silent line
Will make me moan.

I’ll wish you here,
Or somewhere near
Because you’re mine,
Though you’ll be freer.

All grown and gone,
Before too long,
Let’s slow this time,
Of chorused song.