The Older We Grow

Time has a strange way of sliding by silently,when you are not watching, Next thing you know it is a new year,that you have to survive and get your family through. Mirrors are no longer a looking glass from which you gaze upon your reflection, You just glance as you rush to and fro. losing even more time,and it feels like even your mind,as you notice a gray hair growing in plain sight. Your children are grown up and on their own,and fear of the unknown comes to live in your home. My husband and I sit and rock in our chairs veiwing the awesome sunset, When he smiles and says We have loved each other through good and bad ,raised our children well, as we grow old together, we have more love to show,and share, Until we move on, and no longer care.