Growing Up

Precious little bundle,

listen to her coo.

First a grunt, then a squint,

now a diaper full of poo. YUCK!

Diapers, bottles,

oh no, the binky’s lost!

Never enough day,

never enough sleep,

I never understood the cost.

Earaches, bellyaches, throwin’ up dinner.

How can I run and run yet I’m never any thinner?

Dirty dishes in the sink,

on the counter, in the tub?!

Dirty clothes and debris everywhere,

now that’s the rub!

Growin’ up on Sonshine,

rooted in the Word.

She’s testing her wings,

he’ll fly like a bird.

Beautiful woman-like creature,

handsome strapping young man.

Couldn’t play that game now,

Catch me if you can . . . if you can.

Now my days are all my own.

No more, “I’m hungry! What’s to eat?”

I finally have my silent nights

with no more bed chat meets.

I had the world and didn’t know it,

precious toddler, growin’ tween.

I had the world and didn’t know it,

time gone’s the fastest thing I’ve seen.

Oh for a sink full of dirty dishes,

clothes to wash piled high like a car.

It’s funny now what my heart wishes.

Funny how a child leaves such a deep mark.