In our busy lives,
with all the things we must do,
we sometimes forget,
To Stop to Smell The Roses
The laughter of our child,
Soft as an angels wings,
The smile of yesterday,
And other tiny things.
The first time she said our name,
As she formed the word so clear,
And the pride we felt that day,
Two hearts beating near.
The first new bicycle,
She timidly climbed upon.
As we held it up for her,
She soon rode on her own.
The first day of school,
Excitement in the air
New things and new teachings,
The two of you a pair.
How quickly they grow up,
Into men and women today,
And somehow the years slipped by,
As they slowly found their way.
You hope for all good things,
To come to this child, God knows,
And your best moment ever,
Is when they stop to smell the rose.
All too soon,
our children grow up and are gone.
Off to college,
or a life of their own.
So remember the little things,
that make life special for you,
And always keep in mind,
God watches them to.
author: Nancy Carol
