Where Did the Time Go?

Where did the time go

When I was just a child

Looking up at shooting stars

As I fondly smiled?

And watching my grandpa

Who would just for kicks,

While we were camping,

Whittle away at sticks.

And playing with my sister

Underneath the maple tree

As we closely followed

Our mud pie recipe;

And with my other grandpa

Enjoying a country stroll

To the babbling stream—

A walk that soothed the soul.

And wandering with grandma

Through a cathedral of trees

As we hunted mushrooms,

With whispers of the breeze.

Like those moments in nature,

My loved ones are gone

But in my memories,

They forever carry on.

© Stacy Smith