Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play?
I dont remember growing older. When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset. sunrise, sunset. swiftly flow the days. seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. swiftly fly the years. one season following another laden with happiness and tears.
What words of wisdom can i give them? How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another, day by day.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years. One season following another laden with happiness and tears.
My first grandchild came into the world today. I know new Pappa Clay could not see my tears of joy and bittersweet as we spoke on the phone. My little girl has a little girl of her own now. My baby has her own baby.
I don't know how to explain how this feels. It's a similar feeling to many feelings parents have about their children. I am too tired to say much right now, but perhaps in a day or two I will be rested enough to really do a serious dissertation. Suffice to say, it's all about love. Unconditional, eternal, love.
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