The other day my oldest daughter
went through her whole bedroom
in a wild cleaning spree
When she's done this before
I usually go through
what she throws out
Because there's always something
that seems to me, too sentimental
to part with
So I grab it and put it aside
To her credit, it's easy for her
to let go of the past
Today I went with my youngest
to the neighborhood park
Soon a day will come
when she won't want to play
with me anymore
And I'm not sure who
will look back on these days
with melancholy, her or me.
I'm guessing that it will be me.
went through her whole bedroom
in a wild cleaning spree
When she's done this before
I usually go through
what she throws out
Because there's always something
that seems to me, too sentimental
to part with
So I grab it and put it aside
To her credit, it's easy for her
to let go of the past
Today I went with my youngest
to the neighborhood park
Soon a day will come
when she won't want to play
with me anymore
And I'm not sure who
will look back on these days
with melancholy, her or me.
I'm guessing that it will be me.
