They are growing and slipping away My grip is tighter, I need all the time that I can get. Those little love monsters three They ate the time away, it no longer exits It must be the change in seasons The clearing skies Those little monsters three They grow so fast So much time has now passed Can’t miss a moment, a minute, the time I need to see them grow Walk beside them more No time for much else
( Haven’t had much time to use my camera, Haven’t had much time to edit my work. My phone and its pictures an the minor editin options is all I have seemed to use. It’s at my finger tips while they explore. I wish another appendage was around. A miniature SLR. A third eye. A little time to stop. But man it’s just so much fun. Their imagination is inspiring and their love alone rewarding. I am lucky here, lost in the change of seasons. I don’t need it want more!)
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