My Child
a poem by Catherine Z. Wells
How quickly you have grown my child.
All gone the days when you were small.
How Quickly time has flown my child.
Summer, Winter, spring and fall
If we could just return my child,
to days, you sat upon my knee.
Oh how my heart does yearn, my child,
Your dimpled smile again to see.
But you are now a family man,
no longer mine to hold your hand.
You have a different life, my child.
Love her, but keep me in your sight.
It may not always show, my child,
the love I hold so deep within.
But know that it is always there,
will always be, has always been.
Mother
Today I found a hand written work that my mother wrote to me. I have never seen it before and I know of not other work of her. This is very special.