I have three sons, with a few years between them each

They all had their own special time, their time to be my baby

At different times they all had big innocent eyes and bright blond curls These beautiful baby boys of mine

Each one had his very own sweet baby smile that always melted my heart 

I've loved watching them grow over the years, tending their boo boo's and drying their tears

With hundreds of Baseball Games and learning how to Drive, it wasn't long until Prom Nights Arrived

Our busy lives just fly right by until one day I look up and cry

Where did all of my Babies go?

Now there are three young men, the youngest almost grown

The blond curls have long since been gone

And in Family pictures I'm the shortest one

I Love these young men and I'm as proud as I can be

But where are the babies I used to jiggle on my knee?

If I look closely, I see in their eyes or in a crooked smile

there are the same little boys, the babies, that used to play with me!

And so I talk about the good old days and how fast time flies by

I try hard for them not to notice the tears behind my eyes.