As minutes turn into hours
As days turn into years
My children grow taller
I start to feel smaller
And I realize
More than ever
How frighteningly mortal
We all are
As I look into their faces
I see sweet vulnerabilty showing
Somewhere deep inside me
An uneasiness is growing
I can't get away from the knowledge
Of knowing
How the pain of their loss
Would murder my soul...
God Bless Time
though sad, it is the truth and we, human, realize very late! Thank you for sharing, Erika!
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Mmmm! I understand, I have little precious ones too! very nice