I stand by the window with tears in my eyes, <br /> And what I see makes me realize <br /> How fast time goes by, when just yesterday <br /> My own little girl was at play. <br /> There they were playing games with each other. <br /> My little girl and her friend and a brother. <br /> Selling lemonade was so much fun, <br /> Having their picnics on the lawn. <br /> Oh how I'd love to relive those days. <br /> Now those children have gone their way. <br /> One is a lawyer and father of four, <br /> Another a clerk in a grocery store. <br /> Two are in business and parents of one, <br /> and one of her friends became a nun. <br /> Yes they grew up and left their home. <br /> Now we are all alone.<br /><br />Antoinette Mazzola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-29/
