4 She sings me off to sleep, a sweet reprieve

She sings me off to sleep, a sweet reprieve.
The day is long and full of outside joy.
My future looms, and one day I will leave.
For now, I still remain her little boy.
The trains, the cars, the tops we all did play.
Not once did she neglect to see me smile.
I want the time to pause so I can stay,
“Her little boy,” if only for awhile.
But Father Time, he is a brutal thief.
Her hand in mine is less of a demand.
She swears to me excitement and not grief.
As taller, stronger, braver, I shall stand.
     And yet, each day goes by her sadness grows.
     I hope she knows my joy to her I owe.