THE PAGES OF TIME

 

The pages of time, the sand in the glass, the seasons of change, the youth that is passed. The children now grown have all moved away; I am left standing remembering those days.... when babies were crying, toys littered the floor, and I couldn't wait to head out the door. Why can't I go back and try once again to be the best mom that ever had been. I'd laugh with each child, I'd take time to play, and never regret what happened that day. I'd read them stories, and give lots of hugs, I'd make sure they knew how much they were loved. But time moves forward, like a train on a track, we cannot do over, we cannot go back. But maybe with time, I'll find my way through, I'll be a GREAT grandma, and start out anew. © Forrest Phelps-Cook

Reviews

[ettorney]

My eldest daughter is 22. In 3 or 5 or 10 years ( oh, please not three. we're not ready! lol) when she has her first child, I'll have to remember to give this poem to my wife.

Wonderful. I hope you post more to read.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Absolutely wonderful. I like metered rhyming verse, but a lot of people are careless with it. You are not. Every word, every beat has been carefully chiseled. And the subject matter is close to my thoughts all the time. GOD how I wish we had a "rewind" button.

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

Oh Forrest how you have also spoken
my heart in this awesome write.
I just love it.... Makes me wish
I had thought to do something
like it LOL.... Love U bunches
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