(For Brandon, Kelsey and Jameson, my “babies”)

No need to peddle down this hill, I glide
so quickly — no control of speed at all.
The scenery goes whizzing past — I glimpse
some graduations thinking, “You were small
just yesterday!” The time slides by, I grasp
at memories: the holidays, the fall
we shocked you three with Disneyland. The glass
now emptying too quickly for this small
and muddled mind to understand. The glow
of Kelsey’s wedding. The trips to baseball
games. I wonder where the time has gone!
(I wonder at the way time used to crawl.)
I can’t explain how time has flown to you;
you’ll understand when you turn fifty two.