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Milk and Tears

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Years go too fast,

when days seem slow.

Seasons fly high,

we’re growing old.

 

Where are the days of milk and tears?

Where is the time of toddler years?

 

Childhood brings wonder,

our house is at peace;

so many kisses,

so many feet.

 

Gone are the days of milk and tears.

Gone is the time of toddler years.

 

Preteens and pimples,

laughter and shrugs,

testing the limits,

still giving hugs.

 

Take me back to the days of milk and tears.

Take me back to the time of toddler years.

 

I’m forced to keep up;

embrace the days.

Teens bring hectic,

bigness, and craze.

 

I miss the days of milk and tears.

I miss the time of toddler years.

 

The time will soon come,

the day’s coming fast.

They’ll be adults

into worlds vast.

 

Remember the days of milk and tears?

Remember the time of toddler years?

 

They bring such deep joy,

these big kids of mine.

They’ll soon be my friends,

and they’ll do just fine.

 

There may come new seasons of milk and tears.

There may come new seasons of toddler years.

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Jesus loves the little children…all the children of the world! Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight…Jesus loves the little children of the world!

~Jesus Loves the Little Children, C.H. Woolston

Space 22

Children yelling joyfully

as mothers prepare packs for a hike.

Sausage sizzling on our campfire,

sweet aroma twisted

with the musty scent of camp smoke.

Wild roses filling the neck of our beer bottle,

her barbs still lodged in my thumbs.

Quiet, you’ll come back soon

and we’ll have breakfast…

…together.