They are gone
14 September 2018
I miss them
They are gone now
I miss the bubbly, babbling days
The first words
The assisted walks
I miss the patter of feet
Along the corridor
Up the doorway
I miss those question sessions
Questions about everything
And anything in between
I miss the little clothes
The stubborn zipper
The rubber boots and princess dress
I miss the small talk and tales
About the moon and stars
And Cinderella's glass slipper
I miss the cuts, the bruises
The tears and pain
The soothing Band-Aid
I miss the sibling rivalry
The small quarrels
The wailing tantrums
I miss the mornings and afternoons
The breakfasts and uniforms
Dinner and TV shows
I miss those moments
They are gone now
Heartwarming, Raymond.
A timely reminder as I'm about to start the first day of Spring school holidays with children. Appreciate more, stress less.
Posted by: Rashmii Bell | 24 September 2018 at 06:53 AM
Thank you all for your comments, glad this verse made an impact. As Michael has stated, certain memories and moments in life will always be special.
Posted by: Raymond Sigimet | 18 September 2018 at 09:03 PM
Special.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 15 September 2018 at 08:28 AM
Excellent piece Raymond. I came across a bumper sticker on a car that read: "If I knew Grandkids were this much fun, I would have had them first".
Posted by: Joe Herman | 15 September 2018 at 12:23 AM
As Phil observes: a gem.
Perhaps, a prelude with grand-children in view?
Posted by: Robin Lillicrapp | 14 September 2018 at 05:20 PM
I am reminded of how fast time will fly and eventually my children will leave their nest. For now I'll savour those wonderful moments. Beautiful Piece!
Posted by: Dominica Are | 14 September 2018 at 04:11 PM
You are an exceptional observer of people and society Raymond.
This is another beautiful gem.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 14 September 2018 at 12:57 PM