Can you think back to all the times that made you laugh or cry?
These are the memories of many days gone by
The baby getting measles, the dress you couldn't have
The diapers and the sleepless nights and all that sticky salve
Oh how the years pass quickly, and then we miss them so
The days we thought would never end are in the wind to blow
The boys are almost men now, the girl a little lady
They tell you of their tales of woe, sometimes a little shady
The years are a reflection of what we've said and done
They tell you of one womans daughter, another womans son