Time
Time
I turned around, and time was cruel
He snuck up in the night
He robbed me of my little boy
and with his youth, He took flight
He stole the days of easy love
days of staring into his eyes
He stole the days of needing me
of wanting me when he cries
He left a feeling strange and new
a place we’ve never been
I keep searching, hunting for that time
to see my little boy again
– Beki Herrbach
Thoughtful poem…I know exactly how you feel…every now and then I catch glimpses of those little boys as they are growing into men. 🙂