Growing into who I aim to be

I am who I could not have imagined I would be
From mama's early blue eyed baby boy
to her lanky nineteen year old spawn
I am still growing into who I am aim to be

Can we ever predict the course any one of us will take?
From infancy's first steps to today's independent trots
Do we ever stop learning? Because
I am still growing into who I aim to be

I have been taught well, on mama's kee and daddy's too
But I've since outgrown that spot 
And must find another place for my lesson 'fore
I am still growing into who I am to be

The growing pains, they're not gone
Just different, bigger and more pronounced
I wish I would have known then that
I am still growing into who I aim to be

But alas Growing is where the joy is
The journey though it be unknown
Is still the one I want to take
until I become the person I was meant to be

This poem is about: 
Me

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