Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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

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