Tuesday, March 11, 2008


I read this poem..and it really made me think of how your children grow soo fast...If you feel too busy to play with your kids or you say Not Right Now...Before you know it...It will be too late! They will be all grown up : ( So before you say those things....read this poem...It could make us mommies cry!

You were six months old and full of fun, With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,but I turned my head and you turned two.
At two, you were very dependent on me,but independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday; another year I tried to ignore,but when I lit the candles, there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived.Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and for rules.This is the year you go to school.
The big day came, you were anxious to go.We walked to the bus going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved good-bye,I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast it's hard to believethat just yesterday you were home here with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you homeand you jump to the groundyou'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can,because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.
~~ Author Unknown ~~

A Close View of a Mother Holding Her ...


5 little greenbeans said...

I have a favorite poem too......i'll post it on my blog. Ive had it since i was little, and it always makes me stop and think!

Anonymous said...

Hello. My name is Yerathiel. I have three beautiful children, 1 boy & 2 girls, My boys the eldest. I found this poem, at one point, in my boyfriend's Mothers photo album and fell in love with it. I see that you do not know the writer & thought that you would love to know who wrote this wonderful poem. Her name, Cindy Zelinski in the year 1985. At least that's what I found as the name with the copy wright logo on this poem during my research. I love this poem and glad you posted it. Thank you. If you have any replies to me you may email me at...


Thank you again for posting this wonderful poem.

Timothy Murphy said...

i think that was my uncle ( Larid Kevin Murphy)

Timothy Murphy said...

i think the athuor of the was my uncle ( Larid Kevin Murphy)

Eric Montgomery said...

It was my wonderfull mother Cynthia Vance who wrote this poem and was never paid for it by Home Interiors. The poem is about me and every time I see it on a wall I miss her eternally. She died in 2009 and was even a better mother than a poet, but her poetry was moving as well.