A Woman`s Years
By Kathryn Shamburger
[Kathryn Shamburger lives in Tyler, Texas and is a frequent contributor to Christian Ethics Today.]
Where did the years go?
I turned and they`d fled.
My sandpile, my paper dolls
Under my bed.
My shiny bicycle
All silver and blue
Long ago vanished.
My doll Patsy, too.
Those years wearing bobby socks
A sweater and skirt
Arms filled with books
And yet still time to flirt.
That walk down the aisle
And vows spoken with prayer
It seems such a little while
Since we were there.
I can just see the diapers
There on the line
Clean babies all fed
And to think they were mine.
Each stumbled a little
But held my hand tight.
Now their babies wake them
In dead of the night.
Where did the years go?
Oh, they could not stay
And I would not keep them.
Hey, what`s on today?
