Blink

One day you’re five,

Then you blink and you’re twenty-five.

It was yesterday that I was staring out the living room window,

asking my parents, when will I be grown up?

…And now, I’m here.

Before you know it summer will be gone.

Play will turn into work.

It will be fall, the sun will set.

Another day will go by.

Then your child will ask you the same question.

Why?

It’s still a question I ask my self.

And my God, where did the time go?

I blinked and now I’m here.

Soon another day will pass and it will be winter.

I look forward to that day and at the same time it will bring sadness.

I will one day take the place of my parents,

and my Son will be in mine.

In the blink of an eye.