And so it’s true
All that all the Grandmas ever told you
That they grow up fast
That the pitter patter of little feet won’t last
No more ‘til morning is nighT’
No more calls to the poison control
No more repeated toe taps before a cartwheel
No more glip gloss
Just a quiet house
Whirring AC
Leftovers to last an eternity
Each one living far away
Surviving their own fairy tale every day
With prince to care for their tears and fears
Mama Bear seeing herself in their mirrors
And her whole life lives on other shores
Little people don’t live here anymore
Just memories penned in a baby book
Time became a thief, a crook
And Marmee became Grandmum
Lullabies only to hum
And she can’t help but repeat
The adages of old
To every new-kid-on-the-block she meets
Cherish the moments, Mama
They are only little but once
The pitter patter of little feet
The baby’s giggle so sweet
Will be a distant rumble soon
So hold them close, love them to the moon
And remember they grow up fast
Enjoy, cause these days don’t last.
August 2018