You’ve always been going, going, going.
You are so often gone.
I've spent so much time wishing
Wishing the time would pass quickly (until I could get to you),
wishing it would slow down (when I was with you)
Kids growing up.
Wishing away the terrible twos, the teen angst,
the original 13 years, now 8, that
stretched out before me before I could go to you.
Wishing I could get to you then (wishing you could get to me)But the time passes more swiftly than we know
The kids are near grown now (Grandma always said, don’t wish the
time away – it is gone before you know it)
Incredibly, though, you too are going, going, gone.~ Mk MIchaels
