Growing Up

In the kitchen, laughter fills the air,

As we watch them learn to stir the jar.

Each one so different, yet so dear,

Growing up, with dreams so clear.

First steps wobbly, then they run,

Through the garden, under the sun.

Each face a story, every tear,

Teaching us how to mend and bear.

Through the years, they grow and change,

Learning love, in every strange.

With each laugh, with each new page,

We celebrate, in our own small way.

They hold our hands, they take our breath,

In this moment, they’re our best.

Through the years, we’ll always be here,

Guiding lights in the stormy weather.

Now they seek their own paths wide,

Dreams big, like the skies above their heads.

We remember, with a fond smile,

How they were just little ones, still.

Years pass, but memories remain,

Of those first days, of those last rain.

In their eyes, we see the same fire,

Passing on, like a gentle fire.

Through the years, they grow and change,

Learning love, in every strange.

With each laugh, with each new page,

We celebrate, in our own small way.

Through the years, they grow and change,

Learning love, in every strange.

With each laugh, with each new page,

We celebrate, in our own small way.