Rhyme Time

I wrote the following poem when my son Ron was a child. I thought it was a good time to share it since his own son has a birthday next week. Actually, I have two grandsons having a birthday this month so it's appropriate to honor boys today.

This Moment

This moment while you slumber,
Lying peacefully in your bed,
I bend down closer to you
And plant a kiss upon your head.

Tonight you're just a little boy,
All exhausted from your play.
Sleeping soundly and preparing
To face another day.

This moment I stand in silence
Thinking how grand you are to me.
Remembering little things you've done,
You're all a son should be.

I smile when I think
Of all the clever things you say,
And how your expressions change so much
In that boyish little way.

Oh, this moment, my dear little son
Is passing quickly before my eyes.
Soon morning will ease the darkness
And the sun will warm the skies.

If only time would pause awhile
Instead of rushing at its pace.
To give me time to look again
Upon your youthful face.

But tomorrow will come and go,
And one day when you awake,
I'll no longer see a child
For a man's place you will take.

Oh this moment is so important
I must grasp it while I can!
Before my child grows up
From a boy into a man.

- Peggy Chrusciaki
Circa 1978