Time

Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes,

A little dimpled chin and cute button nose;

Soft downy air and chubby kicking legs,

These are the things of baby days.

Big happy smile, bright shining eyes,

A scrape on the knee, and the question "why?"

Into this, spilling that, scampering little legs,

These are the things of toddler days.

Skipping here and running there,

A dirty face and messed up hair;

Toys and imagination make up play,

These are the things of childhood days.

A first shave and private thoughts,

A quest for independence fiercely fought;

The maturing of mind and stretch of legs,

These are the things of teenage days.

Quiet composure, intelligent eyes,

A firm manly jaw and well made tie;

The future before with plans well laid,

These are the things of adult days.

Memories and pictures now call from the past,

A reminder of days that sped by to fast;

So love every moment, don't wish them away,

They grow up once, so cherish the days.