| CHILDHOOD
DOESN'T WAIT
- by Kathie
Davis
I was sitting
on a bench while in a nearby mall,
When I
noticed a young mother with two children who were very small.
The youngest
one was whining, "Pick me up," I heard him
beg,
But the
mother's face grew angry as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't
hang onto me," she shouted as she pushed his hand away.
I wish I'd
had the courage to go up to her and say...
"The
time will come too quickly when those little arms that
tug,
Won't ask for
you to hold them or won't freely give a hug.
The day will
sneak up subtly, just as it did with me,
When you
can't recall the last time that your child sat on your knee.
Like those
sacred, pre-dawn feedings when we cherished time alone,
Our babies
grow and leave behind those special times we've known.
So when your
child comes to you with a book that you can share,
Or asks that
you would tuck him in and help him say his prayers...
When he comes
to sit and chat or would like to take a walk,
Before you
answer that you can't 'cause there's no time to talk,
Remember what
all parents learn so many times too late,
That the
years go by too quickly and that childhood doesn't wait.
Take every
opportunity, if one should slip away,
Reach hard to
get it back again, don't wait another day."
I watched
that mother walk away, her children followed near,
I hope she'll
pick them up before her chances disappear.
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