what remains

These are the days of arms full of squirming kids.

Of lollipops and sandy feet.

The days of sniffing grass instead of flowers. 

Of pants revealing little baby butts.

And these days, they are fleeting.

Because with people this small everything changes on a dime.

Her curls will pull down with the weight of new hair.

And his little body will lose its baby bulk.

And it will be almost impossible to remember exactly what it was like at any given moment. The memories of who she was, who he was, who you were, they will all blend and stir together.

But this at least will remain.