The tiny infant you hold so close.
Will soon out grow those adorable clothes.
Don’t blink
Those sleepless nights and midnight cries
Will soon be a teen, bright and wise.
Don’t Blink.
The toddler with the headstrong flare.
Will soon, no longer need you there.
Don’t Blink.
Those trenches of motherhood can seem so deep.
But after they pass, the memories you forever keep
Don’t Blink
One day they are little, the next they are not.
Living by what they were taught.
Don’t Blink
For raising children only last a season
Then your life finds a different reason.
Don’t Blink.
Each phase happens in a blink of an eye.
Most often unnoticed until it passes by.
Don’t Blink.
I happens quicker than you think.
Heather Congrove 