A Growing Dilemma


I know the child he is.

I know the man at times.

It’s all a part of growing up,

And I feel his fears as mine


The sand slips through the glass,

The same pace keeping night and day.

Sometimes eternity flies through seconds,

Capturing thoughts a dream away



I see the child he wants to be,

Free from hurt, laughing in the sun,

I feel his struggle to reach beyond,

And find the man he must become



The boy in him needs love,

And shelter from a world of fears,

For he has learned how to cry,

And I have seen his tears.



Time slips through the narrow glass,

His past and future in the sand,

The same pace keeping tears and years,

As the boy grows to become the man.



©1986 By Sherry Gardner