November 08

The three of them

I looked around the table at the faces watching me
and decided what I needed was a nice hot cup of tea.
Three grandchildren waiting for the never-ending food,
I wanted to enjoy them while I was in the mood.

Their smiles always cheer me, they really make my day.
Each is truly special – in their own particular way.
I love the way their eyes shine and the funny things they say,
their minds are quick and witty, learning new things every day.

Their faces glow with wonder as life's mysteries they unfold,
challenges, dreams, inspirations - their ages make them bold;
at thirteen, ten and five years old, their lives are just beginning.
When they go home I'm tired, but in my heart I'm singing.

“I know now that everything changes, and it’s usually too quickly.”*

Having children reminds us of the changing nature of ourselves and our world. Before children entered my life, years could go by and I would usually have external events to mark them. Now, years are remembered for my children’s birth or ages, and our experiences together. (And the time before the birth of my first child feels like a thousand years ago!). Their growth seems rapid and shockingly sudden – and my time with them is all the more precious for knowing that.

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