Someone should have told me all those years ago
When fevered toddlers ruled the day and all they said was no!
That too soon would they be grown and gone
And the tasks we hastened through all done
Memories were being made yet I grumbled, griped, and whined
About their childish faults and the endless daily grind.
I had no idea that second chances were not guaranteed
That time would pass by in a flash and my regrets would only feed
On recollections of opportunities lost, never to be regained
My heart aches for the past and the memories we should have made.