I Remember you, Miss you

There was a time

I was small and held your hand

As I got bigger

I made you let it go

I was a proud boy, to big to hold hands

You were my pap

You said, I understand

I often look back

Wishing I could hold it again

Like I did when I was a little boy

not like when I was older

and you were a dying man

So many years of wasted embraces

As you said I grew into a fine young man

I miss you pap

I wish I was a boy again

Just to hold your hand