Small Memories

*A poem I wrote about 12 years ago when my daughter was about 16. I had been laying in the hammock in my back yard reading when a neighbor's son and granddaughter came outside. Watching them there, her about 5 or so, made me remember when my own daughter was that young...and my Small Memories of her :)

Sara and I riding down in the cable cars at Stone Mt.

Small Memories

Pay me no mind

as I watch you

with your small one

and reminisce

of when my own

was just as small

and still desired

to stay close by

my side all day.

It doesn’t seem

so long ago

Yet when I look

around to find

her--She is gone

out having fun

And I am left

with memories.

Time goes so fast!

She’s gone with friends

out to the mall

or a movie

doing the things

teenagers do

and I am here,

reminiscing,

about a time

when she was small.

So you with your

small one should hold

fast to these times.

You see, they will

pass by quickly

and then one day

you, too, will have

left to you just

small memories.

Rose S. Williams

©Southernstoryteller~1998

One of my favorite photos of the two of us--I was one of five chaperones who took Sara's Girl Scout troop to Savannah for a weekend. It was so much fun :)

The time goes by so very fast when they are young...we just can't see it because we're so busy with Life. Before you know it, they're all grown up and out on their own.

Sara and I at Brasstown Bald last month (March 2011) while on vacation.

The two of us acting silly with the Photo Booth on the Mac :)

Rose Steedley Williams

©Southernstoryteller~1998