Hold on to the moments, they go by so fast. Memorize their faces, while still in the past. Capture the feeling, this cannot last. They will grow up, the die has already been cast.
I remember the smell of their sweet little bodies. I remember the soft touch of their cheek. I remember their eyes searching for me, as from behind my fingers I did peek.
I remember sneaking out of their bedrooms while they slept. Sneaking back in, for one more check. Reading stories, singing a song. Backyard adventures, teaching them right from wrong.
Twenty years have gone by, a generation has past. Behind me it all lies, my heart beats fast. I miss my babies, I miss their love, I miss the moments there are never enough of.
http://www.theresadodaro.com Author of The Tin Box Trilogy