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Hummingbird by Darrell and Kathy Adams Saturday, September 01, 2012 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Children can break your heart even as they fill it to bursting,even when they are not children anymore.

Hummingbird Hummingbird catch my eye. Hummingbird stay while I get my camera. Please don’t move. Hummingbird, don’t fly too soon. Day lily, day lily, pretty colors frilly. Can’t stay a wee while more now? Than one day lily somehow? Little one found his feet, Can’t slow down. He is fleet. What’s around the next corner? Aleady, he spurns borders. Sweet boy, eldest, my son Have some coffee, don’t run. Please sit down and fill me in. Family antics make me grin. Life races, spinning away. Always thinking someday I will have the chance to croon Hummingbird, don’t fly too soon. Kathy Adams 2012 .

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Reviewed by Teresa Walker	1/23/2013

Oh how I know this feeling Kathy! I have eight children and 12 grandchildren and it seems like yesterday they were babies...Sometimes I even get a panic feeling from it! Old age...hahaha Thank you for this beautiful poem! Teresa




Reviewed by Linda Hill	9/8/2012

Kathy, this poem tells it all. I look so forward to my hummingbirds every year, I put out my feeders and wait for their return. I enjoy them all summer and now its nearly time for them to leave. How I will miss them. Its the same way with family, they are only young once and the teenage years , O how busy they are. My sweet Granddaughter who is 14 now all of a sudden has a zillion friends and not as much time for her Nana. I miss her. But grow up she must, its the cycle of life. I will take what little time she gives me and be grateful. Blessings and love, Linda+




Reviewed by Rose Rideout	9/6/2012

The beauty in life grows overnight, a lot of times it's missed.I still see my 42 year old as a beautiful little boy, he once was. Great write. Rose




Reviewed by Diana Legun	9/4/2012

This poem deftly creates the momentum and chagrin of catching the wind, all these forms of fleeting treasure. The emotion comes through in these lines as honest and strong. My favorite lines are: "Sweet boy, eldest, my son/Have some coffee, don't run. Genuine. ~~ Diana




Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner	9/3/2012

Life passes us by too quickly, sometimes quicker than the click of a camera. Well done, Kathy. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	9/3/2012

But they do� They grow up in foil off way too soon. That's what grandparents are for��it gets them on-the-fly. Ron




Reviewed by Budd Nelson	9/2/2012

very true they grow up before you can turn around budd




Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley	9/2/2012

Just like the song, "And the Cats in the cradle with a silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon" by Harry Chapin... But it is a faster moving world now and our children (most not all of them) most just as fast as that Hummingbird. Does not mean they love us any less, just the times. And when they are parents just like we are and their little one takes flight, only then will they understand :) Good write~ Love and Light Lily




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton	9/2/2012

"Hummingbird" perfectly capsules the life cycle of us. Very well written.




Reviewed by Kathleen Janz-Anderson	9/1/2012

So true. Very nice.




Reviewed by Vivian Dawson	9/1/2012

"Cats in the cradle" so true Kathy as you have so very well written Lady Vivian