First Days

16th, August, 2018

These are the days when we’re wondering,
Pondering where all that precious time went,
Marveling at our children growing up so fast,
Remembering how that valuable time was spent.

It’s in their smiles,
  Their faces,
    Their graces
      Their styles,
The way their features changed slowly over time,
Each little memory,
  A scene,
    A dream,
      A reverie,
Each one a recollection, it’s embedded in my mind.

It’s in these first days when I stop to celebrate,
The spot that marks where it all has a start,
It’s in this phase when I like to captivate,
The little occasions I hold dear to my heart.

Perhaps it’s in the realization that I’m getting old,
That I measure the passage of time in their growth,
And that their innocence gives way to adolescence,
As if this has been some unspoken sacred oath.

Bringing up boys can be a little nostalgic,
But I can’t help but feel happy for them,
For the new exciting adventures they’ll face,
When my little babies have turned into men.

And no matter how smart, big and tall they get,
I can’t forget their tiny faces all those years ago,
The world was a big place, now it’s their race,
To get to where they decide and want to go.