Hold my finger

Hold my finger,my son,my light,
Not a baby anymore ,I know.
Gone are days when I taught you to walk and run,
You are growing tall and brighter than the sun.
You thankfully still don’t tug at me,to set your free,
I try not to obstruct you and your fun filled spree.
I still plea,to hold my finger and walk with me.
cause now I fumble sometime here and there,
I turn and look for you to guide me though.
So, now as I age and as you grow,
guide me on the path,holding me well,
where I saved you from stumbling
and now it’s your turn to see me through.