TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME

TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME

Oh to turn back the hands of time,

And play with my children again

To walk in the park, dig in the sand

And splash in the puddles of rain.

To listen more keenly to the tales they tell

And to look into their dream filled eyes,

To wonder again at a thunder storm 

And to see the world with surprise.

To sit by their bed and soothe their pain

When sickness came their way,

To read them the same old story

Again at the end of the day.

I long to feel the magic of The Tooth Fairy,

And dear Santa's magic spell,

To wonder if the Easter Bunny would visit

Oh the stories we would tell.

I still can look into dream filled eyes

As they soar on eagle wings,

And can see the happiness

That their success can bring.

Each day is a gift and a blessing,

For them as well as for me,

But I remember well the days

When they were children at my knee.

© Linda J. Vaughan

May 2007