Dear Time...

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