Childhood is fleeting

The evening breeze carries in the children’s laughter

Another memory created to hold in the times after

He holds my hand as we listen to our children’s fun

As they run and play under the light of the fading sun

Gratitude floods the chambers of our hearts

Cherishing their childhoods before it departs

Youth is a flower that blooms so fleeting

There’s no tricking and there’s no cheating

No way to slow down this creeping of time

We preserve memories in this blessed prime

Photographs and journals to remember them by

Before they outgrow our nest and learn how to fly