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Poems about growing up too fast
Becoming a mum, I simply can’t believe how our little bundles of joy grow up so fast, and for the last time poem for parents sums it up perfectly for me.
The first time I properly read the emotional poem One Last Time was when adding it to another website. I came across The Wheels on the Bus part and I cried my eyes out. That same morning, little man immediately sang The Wheels on the Bus when I told him we were going to his swimming lesson. I then had to tell him he was actually moving into a bigger swim class that day, where they didn’t sing it anymore. The week prior was his last week of singing it at baby swimming and we didn’t even know. *Sob!*
I’m sharing this perfect emotional and moving poem for parents, as it always brings a tear to my eye. The thought that one day you will pick up your child for the last time breaks me! I often think about just how little man is growing up too fast, and I don’t want to miss any of it… and now he’s started school. *Double Sob!*
The Last Time Poem
From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,
You will never be the same.
You might long for the person you were before,
When you had freedom and time,
And nothing in particular to worry about.
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
And days will run into days that are exactly the same,
Full of feeding and burping,
Whining and fighting,
Naps, or lack of naps.
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.
But don’t forget…
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will feed
Your baby for the very last time.
They will fall asleep on you after a long day,
And it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child.
One day you will carry them on your hip, then set them down,
And never pick them up that way again.
You will scrub their hair in the bath one night,
And from that day on they will want to bathe alone.
They will hold your hand to cross the road,
Then never reach for it again.
They will creep into your room at midnight for cuddles,
And it will be the last night you ever wake for this.
One afternoon you will sing ‘the wheels on the bus’ and do all the actions,
Then you’ll never sing that song again.
They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate,
The next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone.
You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face.
They will one day run to you with arms raised, for the very last time.
The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time,
Until there are no more times,
And even then, it will take you a while to realise.
So while you are living in these times,
Remember there are only so many of them.
And when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.
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Our second poem is by Edgar Albert Guest, who was an American poet that became known as the People’s Poet. Forward-thinking Edgar was born in Britain in 1881, he passed away in 1959 and his poems often had an inspirational and optimistic view of everyday life. I love this one, but it also make me emotional at the thought of little man growing up and flying the nest!
No children in the house to play–
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
When night comes on and the work is through,
With no glad little folks to shout,
No eager feet to race about,
No youthful tongues to chatter on
About the joy that’s been and gone?
The house might be a castle fine,
But what a lonely place to dine!
No children in the house at all,
No fingermarks upon the wall,
No corner where the toys are piled–
A sure indication of a child.
No little lips to breathe the prayer
That God shall keep you in His care,
No glad caress and welcome sweet
When night returns you to your street;
No little lips a kiss to give–
Oh, what a lovely way to live!
No children in the house! I fear
We could not stand it for half a year.
What would we talk about at night,
Plan for and work with all our might,
Hold common dreams about and find
A true union of heart and mind,
If we two had no greater care
Then what we both should eat and wear?
We never knew love’s brightest flame
Until the day the baby came.
And now we could not get along
Without their laughter and their song.
Joy is not bottled on a shelf,
It cannot feed upon itself,
And even love, if it shall wear,
Must find its happiness in care;
Dull we’d become of mind and speech
Had we no little ones to teach.
No children in the house to play!
Oh, we could never live that way!
By Edgar A. Guest
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