Month of the Child Poetry Contest
7/22/24
Sponsored by Trina Layne
It happens quickly, the chubby arms of a child clinging to my neck one day, and too soon those arms are around someone else The busy early days of motherhood fade into the days of the empty nest The days and weeks rush by until I hardly recognize the person in the mirror Life’s purpose changes as the seasons pass, yet, the days are rich with love I am blessed, yet sometimes I miss yesterday, when I was young and my kids were small I miss the days of sticky kisses and tackle hugs and problems to solve that ended with grateful affection, the days of long ago However, each day is a gift so, I will hold on to the important things as the days rush by at the speed of life
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