The night before senior year

Twas the night before school began

and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

not even a mouse (I don't have mice)



The fees were all paid

and the clothing all bought

It wasn't his schedule against

which I fought



My baby was sleeping

with covers wrapped tight

Not even his head was

in view of my sight



As I stood by and watched

as he dreamed his sweet dreams

I wanted to hold him and

tell him just what today means



It's the very last first day

of his school-age career

I can not believe

how fast it appeared



How can I let go

when I've held on so long

I don't worry about him

It's myself that's not strong



I want him to find

all the best in the world

His hopes, his dreams,

even that cute little girl



Lord help me help him

when things just aren't right

But Lord help me also

to keep out of sight



For this is his year

he's almost a man

He no longer needs Momma

to hold onto his hand



I guess I'll be ready

for whatever he needs

But I won't be a pest...

Maybe, we'll see.