My grandsons are in college

I now understand about

My mother always saying

The days are long

But the years are short

Remembering how

Anxiously I waited for

Certain days to come

Growing up

And how quick they passed

Once they arrived

Now just distant memories

As the years are fading

Remembering my own

Children growing up

And now our youngest

Grandson is 14

And I will never rock

A baby of mine again

The years are only memories

Of hundred of diaper changes

Many ball games and band

Concerts

Heartbreaks

Now they aren’t really

In my relm but a generation

Beyond me that I no

Longer have hands on

As my 70s turn into 80s

They will see and feel

Us leave and become

Just a memory of

A time gone by…