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CHILDREN
When my children were very small
I often heard myself say
"I'll be glad when you are grown,
I can't wait until that day"
Now the day has come and gone
With sadness, I recall
How many times I said those words
And wish I had not said them at all
The days of innocence are short
"Teen" years, sometimes hostile
Time passes, they grow
All your tears are futile
My eyes welled with tears upon reading this, perhaps because it struck a familiar chord within me.
Very touching and very well written.
Grown up
My boys are grown as well. Working on some "words" about that myself. Sometimes wish I could do it all again. It was that much fun.