The grinning face, the arms spread wide
From as his first steps start
Those gleaming eyes, the infant pride--
Add gladness to my heart.
I lift the frame out of its seat
To take a closer look
Its been so long since little feet
Ran round my little nook.
I've seen my children grow and age
Which is a burning ache
Reminding me of each lost stage
Of life that's in our wake.
My childhood and his are past.
This relic of that shift
Holds joy and pain that mix at last:
Nostalgia's parting gift.