Picnics At the Park

Picnics at the Park I wished that I had stopped The hands of Mother Clock From ticking on its tac As time flew by steadfast. Bye, bye my toddler sweet Hello there little princess New adventures you'll seek Words small and big you'll speak. You're so confident at three A daredevil I could see Climbing, jumping, hopping In every closet, hiding. First time I saw you biked With training wheels unlatched Made your Grandma so proud Love tears bedewed her eyes. At four you got bolder Your bike rides went farther Your hollers were like fireflies Which I chased them from afar. Though dusk had already fallen You're still roamin' in the gloamin' A guard brought you back alone Told him 3324 Park St., was your home. You loved picnics at age five On the grass, we laid our mat Admiringly I watched you biked With your cool sunglasses and hat. One day when you're past five Moved miles away I couldn't drive How I wished that I had stopped Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!