(Photos from Ben's final ballroom recital and Lily's final choir concert)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older. When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset; sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset; sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
Thank you, Sheldon Harnick, for perfectly harnessing my emotions with your beautiful words.
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