The phone doth ring....(who can it be?)
The answer I know... ('tis not for me.)
I pray, my heart, for now...be still,
As his quiet whispers the room doth fill.

Perhaps it's just that 'guy' named, Paul.
"Oh, grow up self"....It's a 'wake up' call.
I knew it would happen..the day is now.
He's found another..and yet..somehow.

A smile comes 'cross my lips, as I pout,
'Tis time for 'truth' to turn about!
He's always loved me, (of this I am certain)
And I know he will 'till the 'final curtain'!

Now, I'll bow out and leave this stage.
Considering, perhaps, it might be his age.
A sweet, pretty girl doth capture some guys.
(I see the twinkle in his mischievous eyes.)

I'll love him forever...but his wings I now give,
For a (grandson) must have his own life to live :-)