Dear Time,
I’d appreciate it if you would please slow down,
My baby girl's outgrowing all her sweet nightgowns.
And if you'd pause, I’d welcome a much slower pace,
My boy’s once unsteady walk is now a rapid-fire race.
Time, I take you for granted, I readily admit.
My babies, they are growing, no longer little bits.
But slow down, Time, don’t go so fast,
I can’t fathom that these precious days just won’t last.
Sincerely,
Momma
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