Time Is Fleeting Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Time Is Fleeting
You looked like a rose opening up
For summer on that June morning
You were born...
You were a gift received, conceived in love
Our treasured first born.
For a special thoughtful moment, I thought
Of your father, away at war and
Here we were, you and I both in tears.
Me a twenty year old mother and you
Brand new with that welcomed cry entering
The world. I expressed my love for you in simple words,
'You are loved! '
Now Sixty-Five year later, this coming June,
You are still adored...
Cheeks not so rosy but still beautiful!
What a treasure you have always been,