Fleeting Childhood

He races like the wind, then stops on a dime

When he spots a tree with branches to climb

He can’t be held back, a spirited foal

His infectious laughter embraces my soul

I would slow it down if only I could

This little boy’s fleeting childhood

His legs are restless, no sitting still

Propelled by curiosity and a bit of will

No rock unturned, no flower ignored

Adventures together never leave me bored

I would slow it down if only I could

This little boy’s fleeting childhood

He runs through days with vigor and zest

Having him in my life I’m surely blessed

Our journeys bring me untold pleasure

Our time together a priceless treasure

I would slow it down if only I could

This little boy’s fleeting childhood

© pending Susan R. O’Brien