Each year you grow taller
I remember when you were smaller
When you were wee
You sat on my knee
Telling me what you’d grow up to be
A postman, fireman, a presenter on TV
On your bottom you did shuffle
You pretended to be a mutant turtle
You could not reach the table
You were vocal but never a grumble
You drank milk by the gallon
You dressed up as a demon
You climbed the tree
Hanging there like a monkey
Karate, biking, football
You tried them all
Rugby and wrestling with Christy
Oh now my eyes have come over misty
I find it really tough
Not to write the lovey dovey stuff
Please this once let me be
It’s not every year you turn eighteen
The day you were born to me
I knew then how special you would be
It wont matter how old you grow
In my heart I will always know
You are my darling baby boy
Wishing you loads of love and joy