I was sitting on a bench

while in a nearby 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 mother's face grew angry

as the child clung to her leg.

"Don't hang on to me," she shouted

as she pushed his hands away,

I wish I'd had the courage

to go up to her and say...

"The time will come too quickly

when those little arms that tug,

Won't ask for you to hold them

or won't freely give a hug."

"The day will sneak up subtly

just as it did with me,

When you can't recall the last time

that your child sat on your knee."

"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings

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 asks that you would tuck him in

and help him say his prayer..."

"When he comes to sit and chat

or would like to take a walk,

Before you answer that you can't

`cause there's no time to talk."

"Remember what all parents learn

so many times too late,

That years go by too 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 another day."

I watched that mother walk away

her children followed near,

I hope she'll pick them up

before her chances disappear...

by Kathie Davis