You were six months old and full of fun.
With a blink of my eye, you suddenly were one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head and you turned two.
At two, you were very dependent on me.
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore.
But when I lit the candles, there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived.
Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and rules.
This is the year that you go to school.
The big day came; you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home here, with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
So I'm holding on to these moments as hard as I can.
Because the next time I look,
I'll be seeing a grown man (woman
2) Now I have a granddaughter just over a year. And I enjoy my time with her…
Beautifully written, dear poet. Reading your lovely poem, I was carried three decades back when our daughter was a toddler. I fondly recall those days, though I was working and hardly home
What a great poem. those of us who have lived this cannot get over how beautifully expressed and unforgettable this poem is! Please, never stop writing, you are gifted!
This is my published poem you have violated my copyrighted poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have the picture of the Mother and Child. from that time period. Is there any history of that? The poem Touch Of Love came with it about the 1980s.