Time with children passes all too fast - traditional cinquain

Written by: Wandering Butterfly

tiny hands, small feet
chuckling little laughs
I can't have a seat
burning in my calves
when is my retreat?

Messes all day
overthrown by smiles
child lead the way
track them for miles

one small step
turns to leaps
where's time kept?

not here...
not there...

WHERE?