As I look around the room,
remnants remain of evidence they came ~
toys lay on the floor that won't be played with anymore.
Kids grow, they move away,
but now and then they come again.
The rooms lighten up again
with laughter and busyness
Toys are brought out for grandbabies to play;
the giggles are delightful.
Times is up, bags are packed,
and off the go again ~
taking with them our hugs and well wishes.
If only kids could stay, but they've grown
and must go on their way to the adult life they've made.
We smile with pride as our Loves go out the door.
pb 6-1-16
