August 5, 2011 Fleeting moments…Yes, these will flyAnd he’ll be grownIn the blink of an eye.True,Sleepless hoursAnd baggy eyesWon’t be missed,But realizeThat with them goHis newborn ways:His coos and cries,His cherub face.With every seasonComes its joysAnd challengesOf raising boys.So rest and revelIn this brief dayBefore it turnsTo yesterday.