Don’t They Grow Up Quick

I gaze down at my baby, all new and freshly born;
I count her tiny toes and evaluate her tiny form.
I inhale the scent of innocence, of purity, of youth;
I’d do anything for her, and that really is the truth.

Days blur by at rapid speed, my baby grows at pace,
Curiosity abounds and becomes etched upon her face.
Perpertually learning, I fear soon the day will come,
My baby will be grown up and more intelligent than her Mum.

It’s not that I am sitting here thinking “Cripes, aren’t I thick!”
But rather, where has time gone and don’t they grow up quick!
It’s been rather a whirlwind as her childhood whizzed past
And one thing’s for certain, babies really don’t last!

So, I looked at my baby, on her way to secondary school;
Her personality truly developed, and her senses oh so cool,
It honestly feels like she was only born about five minutes ago
But it has truly been an honour to watch her blossom & grow.

Now we begin a new era, as my baby days have flown
And without a backward glance, poor old Mum is home alone!
So I’ll excitedly wait for the school bell, for my babies to return;
They really do grow up quickly and that’s one lesson I’m sad to learn!

Don’t They Grow Up Quick is a poem © Ms Moem 2011.

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