Days pass.
Good days filled with laughs.
They roll on in sequence,
delivering moments.
Frozen memories.
Chuckles on pillows with goodnight
hugs-
I cling to to my not so little ones,
holding tight-
Fleeting snapshots of childhood
bliss-
They grow, amaze, impress
and mature,
I watch in awe of what little girls
can become, sideswiped
by old videos and photos
of small girls I still
remember.
Days pass.
Good days filled with laughs.
And I enjoy the frozen
moments
of our amazing lives.
