We quickly count
The sands of time,
They show no reason
Nor no rhyme.
One day flows,
Into the other,
One child grows,
Just like another
Swiftly now,
The days fly past,
Cherish these moments,
They will not last.
Hold their hands,
And hearts quite near.
Tell them that,
You love them dear.
Enjoy the little,
Things they say.
Play the childhood
Games they play.
Take the time,
To read a book.
Savor every
Silly look.
Comfort all,
Their childish fears.
Take the time,
To dry their tears.
Hold them very,
Close to you.
And let them know,
Your love is true.
For someday
You will
Wonder why,
The years
So quickly,
Did rush by.
