These gnarled hands once were strong and quick,
Tying fishing lures and shoelaces.
They wiped tears and held your hand,
Kept you safe in scary places.
These feet usually raced you home.
You always thought it was fun.
Then we had days of kicking back,
Relaxing as we soaked up the sun.
These eyes read the words in your favorite books,
Counted stars and vacation miles.
I watched you grow up too quick,
Leaving for school with grown-up smiles.
My heart once thumped loudly at each parade,
As you marched proudly by.
Often we laughed at memories we made.
My! How the years did fly!