Childhood Past

The kids are grown and childhood is past.
They've all married and scattered at last.

Visits are infrequent and long overdue.
The house seems empty with just me and you.

Sometimes at night, when everything is still
I watch in silence across the old window sill.

I guess I'm hoping that out of the night
car lights will shine as they come into sight.

I know I can't turn back the clocks.
Momma and I have all the keys to the locks.

But our love of them will not disappear
for deep in our hearts they are always here.

So, we let them go with a pull at the heart.
Trusting God to protect them while we're apart.

We know we can't keep them with us forever.
Seeing them now and again is better then never.

by Ernie Gill

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