Time Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Time



This is dedicated to all my children...

It seems but yesterday that I held you in my arms,
cupping your tiny hands in mine, tracing the lines
in your skin, looking deeply into your eyes, to see if
perchance I might find even the tiniest resemblance
of me in you.

It seems but yesterday that I took care of you; now,
you care for me, helping me walk and steadying my
hands in simple things. You come near and lean in
close to hear my requests. Tenderly you hold
my hand in yours.

It seems but yesterday that I guarded over
you, trying to shield you from harm. I sought every
opportunity to teach you right from wrong. That was
yesterday… when you were young and I was younger;
as you have grown older I have grown old.

© Loyd C. Taylor

Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: children,family,family life,grandchild,growing old,parenthood,time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Time is something we cannot have back, so we must be wise in how we use it. James 4: 14 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.(KJV)
I hope you enjoy, Loyd
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