THE PASSING YEARS

Each year passes and then another;

I seem not to see the passing of the years.

My mirror shows change but unnoticed

when viewed day by day, it seems.

 Viewing old videos forces me out of denial;

The years have flown and I now see how fast.

Just babies, they were just babies not so long ago,

But it must have been longer than just yesterday.

 Another summer and he comes again…but….

Who is this young man with a voice that's changing?

Where is the baby boy that I bounced upon my knee.

Glasses replaced by contacts, I notice the beauty of his eyes

and I think how much he now looks like his mom.

 That baby girl, too small to walk, she now is dressed in bras.

Have I grown shorter for she's now almost as tall as me.

I again move to the mirror; yes, the years have passed,

I can see it now. How had it gone unnoticed?

 Moving away now from grandma and grandpa,

What can they say to gram and pop?

Country music verses rap; old fashioned folks.

Once again, I pop in a video. Roll back, roll back,

Bring back those pass gone years, roll back.

 I will listen to their rap and learn to play Nintendo,

Remember not to talk too loud when their friends are near.

Give them a hug when no one's looking

And try not to let them see when I dye my hair.

 When they walk down the isle, I hope to be there too,

And maybe when those great grandkids come;

I won't be too old to bounce them on my knee.

Once again, there will be videos but these not meant for me;

Memories of gram and pop to remember when we're gone.