Children

Tick-tock I hear the clock. It beckons me closer so , I can show it my sorrow. Time does not wait for me. Instead It mocks me with memories of how fast the years have went. Wishing for a glimpse of our past. My babies became teenagers. I long to snuggle up with them in my bed as we read a story . Now they won’t even eat supper with me. Knowing that soon they will leave our home to grown up. They mock me with each picture I say I need to take. How they hurt me, when they roll their eyes each time I am excited for a play or a game. Mom, you overreact they say when I cry watching them make a touchdown or sing a solo. How I want to shout that’s my kid. Don’t they understand the gift God has giving me each day. My children have became my life , my existence, and I feel that their new beginning is my end. Oh, how they stomp and yell when I tell them no. I keep a straight face each time knowing it’s for their own good. Don’t they understand soon they will be here where I am today. I want to keep them children , so the years won’t race. Instead I grow gray and laugh to cherish each moment. I embrace the unknowing future, wishing them the best. Maybe one day they will realize how much I loved them. As I fall apart, slowly letting them go.