Memories
Memories
You’re a constant reminder of the time that got away,
When seemly not enough hours were available in the day.
I remember all the firsts, and how time seemed to fly,
And now that their gone brings a tear to the eye.
No more constant crying or pacing the floor,
No more frantic worrying of what we could do more.
No more midnight feedings or diapers to throw away,
No more anticipation of the first words you might say.
No more carpet crawling or standing up with a chair,
No more waiting for your first step or food in the hair.
No more cuddly pajamas with the feet built right in,
No more making funny faces just to see you grin.
No more little kisses while sitting on my knee,
No more tippytoes when you were trying to see.
No more kiddy game and hiding out of sight,
No more storybooks before you say goodnight.
No more first day of school or combing your hair,
No more silky blankets or praying teddy bear.
No more crawling in between us in the middle of the night,
No more saving your clothes or measuring your height.
No more tricycles, training wheels, or riding your first bike,
No more blushing moments with girls that you like.
No more dressing like your father or wearing what’s picked out,
No more dress button shirts or pants with a belt.
Oh my precious, handsome son, why you had to grow?
Where’s that little boy that I use to know?
I love looking forward but it hard looking back,
When you’re growing up so quickly and I’m powerless to react.
Make me a promise that you’ll never go away,
And that we’ll keep making memories with every passing day.
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment