THE MOMENT WE HAVE WAITED FOR

We watched Noah play with Josh's toys for the first time the other day and here is what burst forth from it. I know this is different from the other blogs but it's in line with the legacy/heritage we leave behind.  

THE MOMENT WE HAVE WAITED FOR 

Your little hands so soft and sweet 

Have grown into a man

Now playing here with your small toys

Is this little boy so grand.

I can’t believe it’s really true, 

The time has come and gone.

The memories of your own playtime 

Will always linger on. 

The cars we packed away so tight

Are now held in his hand.

The fun he’ll have, the joy they’ll bring

It’s happening all over again.  

The memory of this little boy

Will linger through the years

One day we’ll sit and think about

And then we’ll shed some tears. 

We will pack them away, one more time

And wait for time to pass,

And then we will open up the box

And watch great grandson gasp.

His excitement will fill the air 

And his eyes will fill with joy

Not because they were your cars

But because, "he is a boy."  

Little boys like the idea

Of cars that varooooom and smash

They mimic the noises excitedly

As they make the objects crash. 

And then the moments we have waited for

will finally arrive

As we together watch these boys

Grow up before our eyes.  

Written by 

Sherry Long