I wish I could remember
Picture in my mind
The last of these, those moments
Lost at sea to time.
Your little arms outstretched
Your eyes a deep implore
Gather you close I would
Never knowing what was in store.
Tears that welled and fell
A scrape upon your knee
A hug, a kiss, or two
Traded lovingly.
Snug within a chair
A book to read and share
We wiled away the time
Each word, each phrase, each rhyme.
Little league or soccer
Prom or meets or more
Trick-or-Treat or Christmas morn,
The kicks before you’re born.
A mother knows the moments fleet
Swaddled babes soon patter feet
Yet, milestones passed unaware
I wish I stopped to store, to stare
The last of these, those precious stones
I didn’t realize soon lost to loam.
I do not wish to go back
Repeat a life that’s past
All grown up, smart, and wonderful
You’re more than I’d have asked.
Yet, looking back somewhat wistfully,
I daydream I can find
The last of these, those moments
Those fleeting, precious moments
Adrift, at sea, so far from me,
Forever lost to time.