At times I am overwhelmed by the sadness of the passing years.
And the frantic pace at which they hurry by.
Beautiful moments gone.
Hours scarce cherished at the time that now I long to live again.
I revel each day in the new triumph of a growing child.
Impatient for more.
But my heart cries out for the baby in my arms, new born.
I mourn the past.
And snatch what I can in time's frenzy.
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