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Kids Grow Up Too Fast Kids grow up too fast. They're into new kinds of music, IPods, Laptops, MP3 Players, watching t.v. too much, cell phones, eating you out of house and home, but you still love them. They hang out more with their friends, but you still love them. They don't spend as much quality time with you, but, yet again, you still love them. You hold them from the day they arrive in this world, with tears in your eyes. In the blink of an eye, they are in Kindergarten, then off to grade one. You hold their hand through life and at one moment in time, they are grown up and in High School. You try to hang on to the best years of their lives, but most of those memories don't seem to last that long, because you can't seem to remember them all. That's how quickly time seems to be flashing before your very own eyes. Where does time go? They have graduated. What is a parent to do? They are pretty much all grown up, looking for a job, or wanting to go off to college. Even introducing you to their first boyfriend or girlfriend. You do your best to remember every day of their lives. You take as many pictures as you possibly can and one day, you look at the pictures and say to yourself, "I remember that day." People (like me), wish they could turn back the hands of time and get those days back. Being able to hold them when they were babies again. Breathe in that familiar baby smell. Watch them, while they are sleeping. Teach them their very first steps. Teach them to say their first word. Teach them their ABC's. Teach them how to count. But, even then, they grow up too fast. You teach them about the most values that they can get out of life. Trying not to scare them too much, you teach them that the world can be a place that can be filled with hurt. But, at the same time, you tell them the world can be a good place as well. You do your best to teach them how to drive their very first car. Teach them how to cook, so they can (one day), make it out on their own. Life can be a tool to teach with or it can be turned around to kick you in the face. Life has many obstacles, but in time, those obstacles can be beat. Try your best to spend as much time as you possibly can, in the here and now, because tomorrow will be gone forever. Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.13/2011 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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