You Grew Up
You have your father's face, child,
His hair and eyes so blue,
But watching you, so meek and mild,
What have I done to you?
You walk and talk and act so tough
Just like your loving dad.
But deep inside, when things get rough
Like me, you become sad.
Your sense of humor and laughing smile
Makes people laugh aloud,
But like me, you'd have to walk a mile
For comfort in a crowd.
Your father's attitude, not mine,
Will cause you pain in life.
I wish you could see things are fine,
It'd cause you much less strife.
You're growing up too fast, my child,
Just like your father did.
If you grew up like me, unwild,
You would still be a kid.
So when it seems that I am mad
At you for things not right,
Please know that I am really sad
That your wars I can't fight.
� Kathee Tschudy, August 30, 1998
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