Another heartbeat
I remember all those years ago pushing
my baby in a pram
And now in just a heartbeat, he’s
become a grown up man.
And my little girl on the way to
school, holding her tiny hand,
A precious daughter who was born after
choosing the wedding band.
Mums’ that walk along the road with a
coloured plastic bike,
The years will pass so quickly when
he’ll own a motorbike.
Leaving school, found a job, gone his
ways childlike
And in the shed, from yesterday , a little
coloured bike.
From the window, walking along,
carrying a scooter,
Put away for a rainy day and in its
place a computer.
The favoured doll, her pretty clothes
now in its place a router.
So independent now and she does all the
things to suit her.
Nursery rhymes that are sung today, I
sang them yesterday,
Now the wheels on the bus that went
round have long but gone away.
The little girl and little boy are
still young in my mind today.
The many friends and games they played
along the winding pathway.
The slides, the swing, the happy
things that time cannot erase.
Pets my girl and boy loved, in their
hearts a special place.
The laughs throughout their life, it’s
hard to keep a straight face.
Many photos of my special babies kept
on the fireplace.
Mums’ and Dads through the window, the school
run will be short,
In the sun, rain, wind and snow
standing on the stone forecourt .
Finding a parking place for the school
run car transport,
But in another heartbeat, time will
pass, no longer to escort.
The toys they had, forever loved, we
loved them all as well!
When Christmas came, it was havoc
while singing Jingle Bells!
Now dinner for two, one cracker
pulled, feels like a dropped bombshell.
Still keep the teddy Bear in the
cupboard, trying not to dwell.
Days at school are short lived,
schoolbooks stored in the attic
A tear or two looking back to
memories, I am so empathetic.
I was you, not long ago, through the
half terms so erratic!
I’d bring that all back in another
heartbeat now life has become so static.
Hold those tiny hands as long as you
can, they won’t be small for long.
Sing the same nursery rhymes, sing
them all year long.
Your little girl and little boy will
sing them to their newborn
And hold their tiny hands in yours ,
they will never be outworn.
The pushchair you sat in and outgrew,
long ago it sold.
A car you drive from A to B, the
emotions that I hold,
Tiny little people walk along the
road, recollections that Unfold
It’s quiet now, while I look out of
the window their childhood’s I withhold
Copyright Linda Lawrence
23/11/2024
