A mother's memories
are made up of these;
of dandelion bouquets
and band-aid knees;
talking with her friends
and turning sixteen.
How could it have gone so fast?
How quickly the present becomes the past.
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Kool-aid stands
and crayon on the wall;
marks on the doorway
to measure how tall;
then comes the prom
and be sure that you call -
How could it have gone so fast?
How quickly the present becomes the past.
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Now I look you in the eye
and the feeling that comes over me
makes me want to cry;
that the little girl beside me
with her hand in mine
is now reaching it forward
to see what else she'll find.
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Subtle are the seasons
that we weather through;
the memories that we're making
will be forever true,
so as you grow from little girl
to the woman you'll become -
we'll keep the ties
throughout our lives
and stay forever young.
