Life is short, the years rush past, <br /> Our children seem to grow too fast. <br /> Memories of tucking them in their crib, <br /> Washing their diapers and baby bibs. <br /> <br /> It seems we could never get out of sight, <br /> Until we had kissed them all nighty-night. <br /> We helped them fasten up their overalls, <br /> And helped to dress their little dolls. <br /> <br /> Now thats all part of yesteryear, <br /> No goodnight kiss, no prayer to hear. <br /> All we have left are fond memories, <br /> The Children have their own families.<br /><br />Paul E. Compton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-children-2/
