In the garden in the morning, where the quiet flowers rise, I was watching little seedlings reaching upward to the sky. And it felt just like the seasons when you first began to grow— Every day a little taller, more than you could ever know. There were crayons on the hallway wall, your secret little art, Chocolate on your smiling lips, a crown upon your heart. All the laughter, all the mischief, all the stories that you made— They’re the colours of my life now, and they never fade. Oh, a memory lights up my phone, A picture from a day we used to call our own. And a short clip softly plays, You’re standing taller now than in those younger days. There’s a video of you chewing on your tiny cotton doll, And the vase you kicked that tumbled, shattered down the hall. But every broken thing we mended, every tear we brushed away— Built a love that’s strong enough to guide you on your way. Oh, a memory lights up my phone, A picture from a day we used to call our own. And a short clip softly plays, You’re standing taller now than in those younger days. And the flowers in the garden grow, Reaching for the sunlight in a gentle, steady flow. And I know, as sure as anything I’ve ever known, You’ll grow as beautifully as they have grown.
