The Stopping of Time

Last night, My son sat on my lap And laid his head down on my chest, As I gently rocked him back and forth The way I used to do When he was an infant. As a toddler, Sometimes this was the only way To get my son to sleep, And I cherished these times we had together, Just the two of us, Rocking gently back and forth, Not a care in the world. Now he is almost 9 years old, And yet he still wants to be held, Still wants to be rocked. But time has passed, His feet now touch the floor As we rock together. Soon, I am afraid, He will be too big to hold, Unless there is a stopping of time. So I will hold him while I can, And hold on to the memories of our moments spent together, Father and son, Battling the passage of time. September 1999