Where does it go, I'd like to know,
the time, as it flies by us.
Years melt away like springtime snow,
and tears fall, like late molasses.
The little hands, once fit in mine,
like an acorn in its shell.
Has grown like ivy on the vine,
bringing a bittersweet farewell.
Though grown and gone, it's not for good,
another passage we must walk through.
Reminiscing your childhood,
letting go, takes a little getting used to.
To watch you now, ready to fly,
so proud of who you are.
Tears flow freely from my eyes,
as I watch you pack your car.
Seasons of a life, they say,
I once was in your shoes.
I'll take the moments left today,
and spend them all with you.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Beautiful piece with a note of melancholy. Well done, my friend.
Time just flies so fast! Such an emotional poem!
Yes, growing up is something we all have to do and your poem shows this.
Gorgeous rhymes and rhythm 🙏🏼
I feel this down to my bones. Such a constant ache no matter how wonderful the times are now. Beautifully done, Kelli :)
Wistful, beautiful, & always to be cherished with a heartfelt tear welling with love & pride.