
Before your voice descends an octave
Could I forever hold this week
Before the scent of little boy
Slips away like grains of sand
Before your chest and shoulders broaden
Could I forever hold your hand
Before your sleepy tousled hair
Is tamed into a grown-up style
Before your giggle turns to rumble
Could I read to you for awhile
Before your little body's shadow
Lengthens to a full grown man
Before you're big enough to hold me
I will hold you, if I can