I miss the days of koolaid
popsicles and silly string,
scraped knees, kissing boo-boos,
and "Mama push me on the swing!"

I miss the days of fat little fists
bearing crushed dandelion bouquets.
Little boys who wanted to marry me
as soon as they were raised.

I miss the days of smelly children
before I stuck them in a bath,
bedtime stories, saying prayers,
and helping them with math.

I miss the days of snowsuits,
hot cocoa and angels of snow,
flag football, t-ball and soccer
always being on the go.

I miss the days of band camp,
football halftime and senior prom.
Holiday programs at our little church,
I miss being a busy mom.