I have two children, my son the eldest is still at home with us, so i see him daily you live with change when it's on your doorstep, but when my daughter moved out to find her independance, I felt it deeper than I thought I would.
My feelings sent me to write this song, which I call OUR KID, as they are like cheese and chalk and therefore it's addressed to each as a seperate entity.

OUR KID (C)Ken Robertson(Spider Tom)
We love you, we're not perfect,
Nobody ever was.
At times you might misunderstand,
Our feelings just because,
It's not easy raising children,
There's no instruction book,
That's got YOU in its covers,
I know because I've looked.
You're not there in the covers,
I know because I've looked.

You are unique, one of a kind,
A gift to share our life,
A mix of joy and troubles,
For a husband, and a wife.
We share your every bit of pain,
Except the pain you've hid.
We share your joys, we dream for you,
We love you, your our kid.

And now you walk the paths of life,
And we're not there with you,
Please understand our worries,
When we share concernes with you,
'Cause, though you are all grown up now,
Sharp brains, and lots of charmes,
It seems like only yesterday,
You were a baby in our arms,
It seems just like yesterday,
You were the baby, in our arms.


Still does! Spider Tom (with a lump in my throat)