I remember other Christmases
And days when they were small ~
A little boy by the Christmas tree
Which always looked so tall.
Little girls with eyes so bright
And tinsel in their hair.
The rustle of paper and ribbons
And hiding things everywhere.
Spicy smells from my kitchen,
Candles and lights in the hall.
Oh yes I remember Oh so much
Of days when they were small.
I remember the toys and the boxes,
The clutter and passing of years.
The happiness and memories
The laughter and the tears.
Changes have come and now I see
The children grown so tall,
But I cherish the memories that I have
Of the days when they were small.
© Linda J. Vaughan
November 20th. 2005