It happens quickly,
the chubby arms of a child
clinging to my neck one day,
and too soon those arms are around someone else

The busy early days of motherhood
fade into the days of the empty nest
The days and weeks rush by
until I hardly recognize the person in the mirror

Life’s purpose changes as the seasons pass,
yet, the days are rich with love
I am blessed, yet sometimes I miss yesterday,
when I was young and my kids were small

I miss the days of sticky kisses
and tackle hugs and problems to solve
that ended with grateful affection,
the days of long ago

However, each day is a gift
so, I will hold on to the important things
as the days rush by
at the speed of life