Growing Up

 

Lines on our faces,

Gray in our hair,

The years pass on us,

Some harsh and some fair.

 

Beautiful children once so young,

Now are parents in their own right,

With sons and daughters so like themselves,

Like butterflies taken flight.

 

I have no sons or daughters,

To measure time on my own,

But to see these once-children now,

I feel my age somehow.

Reviews

[PoetryXpressions]

I feel the age too, as my children have a way of doing that...but has all been worth it. Your poem was a pleasure to read. Thank you.

[Stephanie Marie<3]

Awe. This is very good, but it made me sad towards the end. I can't relate because I'm still a child myself, but nicely done!!