Word for My Daughter

Word for My Daughter

by Susan H Fouts

With small children of your own

Waiting for them to be grown

Patience, dear, for days will come,

But for now let innocence

their foreheads kiss

When old as I, you'll look behind

to days of crayola drawings on the wall

And wonder where did time fly

And sigh for lack of words.

Never to retrieve those innocent years

Or behold young eyes with crying tears

Or the wonder of a precious look

Or expression on their faces

So now let patience have her work

Enjoy this time before it leaves

And autumn settles on the trees

Then winter's blast of cold will chill

to kill all memory.

Enjoy the spring with flower's bloom

Though hyperactivity fills the room

It will slow down as time goes by

Then will a tear be in your eye.

You'll long to see, but times gone by.