The Hourglass on the Shelf

childhood so ripe and full of dreams,
when  everything is more exaggerated than it seems
running to my mother when thunderstorms were scary
Running to my father to tell me a fairytale

Childhood where sisters and brothers
magically just get along
but then grow up, and move away
What more can I say?

Time is a fickle thing,
One minute you're five and
playing with dolls
The next, you're standing on the graduation stage
Waiting for your name to be called then it is
"Welcome to reality kid"

And then you're 18 and things just fly by,
sometimes  I think to myself
My life is just
another hourglass on the shelf of time

I wish I could go back in time,
and see my eight year old self
and listen to my father read
just one more story
just to listen to my mom talk herself silly

If I'd known it was going to fly by this fast
I wouldn't have talked so much, I would have  tried to just listen
the years of my childhood slipped away
like snow, there is still so much more they could teach me,
so much more I could know
But I guess all that's left, is to grow
and do good things for the world

but what I miss most,
is my childhood