CHILDHOOD DOESN'T WAIT

I was sitting on a bench,
while on a near by mall,
when i noticed a young mother,
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
'pick me up' , i heard him beg,
but the mothers face grew angry,
as the child clung to her leg,

Don't hang on to me she shouted,
as she pushed his hand away,
I wished I'd  have the courage ,
to go up to her and say,,,,.

'The time will come quickly ,
when those little arms that tug,
won't ask for you to hold them,
or won't freely give hug,.

'The day will sneak up subtly.
just as it did with, me  ,
when you can't recall the,
last time your child sat,
on your knee.

'Like those sacred ,
predawn feelings,
when we cherished,
time alone ,our babies,
grow and leave behind,
those special times we've known.

'So when your child comes to you,
with a book that you can share,
or ask that you would tuck him on,
and help him to say his prayers,.

'when he comes to sit or chat,
or would like to take a walk,
before you answer that you,
can;t because , no time to talk.
Remember what all parent learn,
so many times late, they years go,
by to quickly and that childhood,
doesn't wait.

'Take every opportunity ,
if one should slip away,
reach hard to get it back,
again don't wait for another day.

I watched the mother walk away,
Her children followed near,,
I hope she' PICK THEM UP',
BEFORE  HER CHANCE DISAPPEARS.             ,