I Want Those Days

This day would come, of course, I knew that seasons passed, not how they flew. My sons grew tall how can that be! I want them back upon my knee! I want to hold them once again, and sing them love songs without end. I want their whispers in my ear of magic words that children hear. I want to catch them before they fall. I want them back again, but small. I want to read them Story Time. I want their small hands holding mine. The years flew by then gone too fast. I want their childhood now, not past. I didn't think that time would leap. I want those days I couldn't keep.