I cannot hold your hand as you cross the street.
I cannot pick you up and hug you when you fall,
All I can do is sit on the sidelines waiting,
holding my breath as you take the shot, listening to the buzzer-
while everything hangs in the balance.
I dream for you,
but my dreams are mine and yours are yours.
All I can do is send you love, an endless supply of love
with hope you find it and allow it to build you up to the man I know you will become.