Turning and turning goes the wheel of my days
I seem to see the same scenes often,
Dishes and toys and constant picking up,
Cycling around like the clothes in the washing machine...
But through the cycles the faces change and grow and thin,
My children not stopping for me--
I want them to not grow!
I must stop for them--
to listen
to sing
to pray
to support
As they cycle ever upward...
1 comment:
I absolutely love this. I often think of Dan in Real Life when he looks over at his daughter as he's filling up with gas and seriously says "stop growing!" You are so good with words.
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