First Days

16th, August, 2018

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

Itís 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, itís embedded in my mind.

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

Perhaps itís in the realization that Iím 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 canít help but feel happy for them,
For the new exciting adventures theyíll face,
When my little babies have turned into men.

And no matter how smart, big and tall they get,
I canít forget their tiny faces all those years ago,
The world was a big place, now itís their race,
To get to where they decide and want to go.
Written by wallyroo92
Author's Note
On my son's first day of high school.
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