I find the following poem very sad especially for parents. This sad realization is very inevitable. That's why my wife and I enjoy every moment there is for our son because father time is very unforgiving.
You were six months old and full of fun,
With a blink of an eye, you suddenly were 1..
With a blink of an eye, you suddenly were 1..
There were many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head and you turned two...
At two, you were very dependent on me,
But independence took over when you were three...
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,
But when I lit the candles there weren't 3, but four...
Four was the year that you really thrived,
Why, look at you now, you're already five...
Now you are ready for books and rules,
This is the year that you go to school...
The big day came; you were anxious to go,
We walked to the bus, going oh so slow...
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes...
Time goes so fast, its hard to believe,
That yesterday you were home here with me...
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home &
you jump to the ground
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown...
So I'm holding on to these moments as hard as I can
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a grown man!
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