The Gift Of Time Poem by Gail Grierson

When first we met
Our life was sweet
Like frosting on a cake;
Important things
Were simpler then,
And geniune, not fake.

We passed the time
And days flew by
Uncluttered, happy, smiling;
Now life has changed,
Has been rearranged,
Divorce papers I am filing.

The kids are grown
Out on their own,
With children occupying
Sleepless nights
And busy days,
Running, laughing, crying.

Life goes on
As days go by
Each sweeter than the rest;
And, who would argue
When I say,
That grandkids are the best!

Time spent with them
Are golden days,
Each precious and rewarding;
The gift of time
Is yours and mine
For sharing, not for hoarding.

(June 13,2009)