You were so little, so small

Now you look so tall

My child

Your face was round like a ball

Always beaming with Joy

Now you are quiet and docile

My little boy

You smiled all day and cried all night

You used to crawl and play

Now, you keep numb, refusing to utter a word

My child

You would eat everything we gave you

You would make sounds and make us all laugh

These days, when you talk

Everyone is afraid

You used to mould things from clay

But nothing remains the same