Remember how he scraped his knee and how I wiped it clean <br />I picked him up and hugged him so he wouldn’t make a scene <br />He was just so little then, an active little boy, <br />My! What a man he has become, me eldest son called Roy. <br /> <br />Remember, when she just turned six: her birthday party cake! <br />Her party dress marked from the mix of scones she tried to make! <br />Those pictures that my husband took, now stained in shades of grey <br />That all seems many years ago, those decades fade away <br /> <br />Gosh, Peter must be retired now, my youngest of the four <br />He has grandkids of his own, now was it three or more? <br />It’s strange how I remember them, when young and all carefree <br />I wonder if they’ll try this year to come and visit me?<br /><br />Christopher Higginson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-lonely-too/
