The Way of Children

Baby comes on storkish wing,

Tiny, helpless, lovely thing.

Every day, he grows a bit;

Last week’s clothes no longer fit.

Before you know, he’s pulling up,

And drinking milk now from a cup.

 

Little children grow so fast.

Childhood isn’t meant to last.

Before you blink, the future’s past.

 

Then one day he’s walking, talking –

Suddenly has a lot to say.

Before you notice, he’s in school,

Thinking he’s grown up and cool.

Then middle school, and high school, too.

Has ideas of what he’d like to do.

One day you wake and he’s a grad,

And you’re barely used to being a dad.

 

Little children grow so fast.

Childhood isn’t meant to last.

Before you blink, the future’s past.

 

There’s not a way to stop them growing,

It’s supposed to be that way, I’m knowing.

So take the time when they are young,

Before all the childish songs are sung.

Children are quickly growing things.

First, give them roots. Then give them wings.

 

Little children grow so fast.

Childhood isn’t meant to last.

Before you blink, the future’s past.

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