A Mother's Woe

The days they move too quickly,
the months fleeting past,
my child's innocence waning,
something I want to hold fast.

Too much wasted time working,
wishing I had a choice.
I'd spend it watching him grow,
storing each evidence of his voice.

Wondering if his present
will benefit that to come,
feeling I should be doing more
before he grows to roam.

Feeling lonely in my future
when his wings do spread to fly,
hoping I never lose memory
of sweet years that rushed on by.

Copyright ©2002 Sandra Kay *****

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