Yet..

Every year I'm so proud of you,
Yet every year I get a bit sadder.

You're blossoming into beautiful children,
Yet you're drifting away a bit.

No longer babies,
Yet forever in my heart you will be.

School has started, you're talking now, writing, running, laughing.
Yet I try to protect you as if you're still a fragile newborn.

I'm grateful for our giggles, playtime and bond.
Yet I dislike that one day you'll leave.

Growing up looks amazing on you.
Yet I'll always miss you being this little.

You make me so happy being so independent.
Yet I cannot fathom the thought of you not needing me one day.