Your schooldays are done, the bell rings no more,
P.E. kit and schoolbag are gone from the floor,
Your childhood is ending, you're becoming a man,
I need to stand back, but not sure that I can.
Having nurtured and loved you for so many years,
Patching your knees and drying your tears,
I try to allow you to choose your own way,
Knowing you'll have to manage without me one day.
There are so many things that you cannot do,
You need so much support to help you get through,
You have given so much. We've had so much fun,
Thank you Andrew for being my son.