Stretch Ivanovitch

My son, you seem to grow much longer
Without a doubt, you appear much stronger
Why, in your room the other night
I saw you reach - switch on the light
I'm sure you couldn't reach last week
I had to lift you to my cheek

Perhaps you're stretching towards the sun
A sapling looking out for fun
You simply couldn't be the one
That little dot in Mother's tum
Though drinking milk, through straw so loud
Your head will soon be in the clouds

I wish I was your age again
I wish I'd have you for my friend
We'd play, and laugh, and play some more
And have slumber parties upon your floor
Still, I'm your Dad, and young enough
To play hide and seek and other stuff

The pip has to an apple grown
A son I'm proud to call my own
A funny, lively, happy guy
Exciting, loving, smallish-fry
My partner in crime, my mini-me
A happier man I cannot be.

Sergei