August 5, 2011

Fleeting moments…
Yes, these will fly
And he’ll be grown
In the blink of an eye.
True,
Sleepless hours
And baggy eyes
Won’t be missed,
But realize
That with them go
His newborn ways:
His coos and cries,
His cherub face.
With every season
Comes its joys
And challenges
Of raising boys.
So rest and revel
In this brief day
Before it turns
To yesterday.