Comfortable

( a poem for when they’re growing too fast )

As I sit here at the window
He plays in the sandpit outside
One has already flown
A baby, now a boy
In school five days per week
And I sit here, mulling
Wondering if there’s anything I can do to
Slow it down
The growth, the changes
They happen fast
So comfortable being a baby’s mom
Not so much a toddler nor a preschoolers
I wish you’d stay babies forever
I really do. I loved it. I loved the joy
I loved being needed; the purposefulness
It was all mine, every bit
But it was all gone far too soon

Sophie Slosarczyk

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