This is a writing prompt, compliments of Mama Kat’s Losin’ It. Make sure you check out her other writing prompts and link up your posts Thursday.
1. Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous June and write a poem or a blog post.
Time Flies…
In those brown eyes
Time Flies…
Running into my arms when she cries
Time Flies..
Throwing away the baby dolls her grandmother buys
Time Flies…
I remember her non stop questions, all the who’s? What’s? Why’s?
Time Flies…
Your becoming a teen soon, with your tiny white lies
Time Flies….
You’ve gotten quite bright, like the orange wings of monarch butterflies
Time Flies…
Mommy In Color 
oh this poem! It hit so close to home! My daughter is ten and, not a baby anymore (sobs). we JUST donated all her dolls. What kind of world is this??? I played with dolls until I was 12!!!
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Thank you for stopping by! It is definitely hard seeing our little girls grow into young women but it’s inevitable. All we can do is stand by them as they go through the rough patch of teenagerdom. By the way, I played with dolls until I turned 16. I knew it was time to give it up when I started getting embarrassed about telling my friends about the new dolls I got for Christmas or my birthday.
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That was a very sweet poem, and she’s adorable here. I’m sure she’s the apple of your eye.
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It most certainly does! It’s good to remember on the days of seemingly never ending parenting stress.
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What a beautiful poem!! Made me relive a few mama memories, myself. Thanks for that!
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No problem! Thanks for visiting!
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It goes by tooooo fasssst!!!
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I think there’s a touching song from Fiddler On the Roof about children growing up called, “Turn Around” that this reminds me of.
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How time flies indeed! I remember when the kids were young, I was in denial that they will be teens soon. I was afraid.
All the best for you!
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