Time With My Kids

Time With My Kids By: J. Philip Harris The air smells good here Better than I’ve ever known I stop a little while longer and Let the sweet smell linger stronger All the eyes that look my way As if they call to me to say, “Here I am, Papa.” I love the sound of little words, In here they only come in thirds. I love the way they make the noise Even when there are no toys. I love their little fingertips And all the messy bathroom trips. I see the writing on the wall And find it hard to see it fall. I love the Panda and how she talks. And the Owl and how she walks. I love the Whale with his sad eyes. And the Lion’s dapper guise. I love the Monkey and her cheese. And Elliot the Dragon’s sneeze. I love the sleep I do not get. But cherish more the moments When I get to hold them close. I stop a little while more And revel in the dirty floor The never-ending laundry pile The leaving home that takes a while. I breathe right in the chaos days Wishing they would only stay. I’m quite aware of how time flies And, soon I’ll have to say goodbye. I just wish that time stood still And sat upon my windowsill Where always I could take it down and Spend it with my kids.