Monday, April 08, 2013


This poem by Karen Kinsbury is one of my favorites titled:
Let Me Hold You Longer
(Warning:  get your tissues ready!)

Long ago you came to me,
a miracle of firsts,
First smiles and teeth and baby steps
a sunbeam on the burst.
But one day you will move away
and leave to me your past
And I will be left thinking of
a lifetime of your lasts… 

 Gracie 5lbs 2oz

 Alysha 6lbs 10 oz

The last time that I held a bottle
to your baby lips
The last time that I lifted you
and held you on my hip.
The last night when you woke up crying,
needing to be walked,
When last you crawled up with your blanket
wanting to be rocked.

The last time when you ran to me,
still small enough to hold.
The last time that you said you’d marry
me when you grew old.
Precious, simple moments and
bright flashes from your past-
Would I have held on longer if
I’d known they were your last?

Our last adventure to the park,
your final midday nap,
The last time when you wore your favorite
faded baseball cap. Your last few hours of kindergarten,
those last few days of first grade,
Your last at bat in Little League,
last colored picture made.
I never said good-bye to all
your yesterdays long passed.
So what about tomorrow-
will I recognize your lasts?

The last time that you catch a frog
in that old backyard pond.
The last time that you run barefoot
across our fresh-cut lawn.
Silly, scattered images
will represent your past.
I keep on taking pictures,
never quite sure of your lasts…
The last time that I comb your hair
or stop a pillow fight.
The last time that I pray with you
and tuck you in at night.
The last time when we cuddle
with a book, just me and you
The last time you jump in our bed
and sleep between us two. The last piano lesson,
last vacation to the lake.
Your last few weeks of middle school,
last soccer goal you make.

I look ahead and dream of days
that haven’t come to pass.
But as I do, I sometimes miss
today’s sweet, precious lasts…

The last time that I help you with
a math or spelling test.
The last time when I shout that yes,
your room is still a mess.

The last time that you need me for
a ride from here to there.
The last time that you spend the night
with your old tattered bear.
My life keeps moving faster,
stealing precious days that pass,
I want to hold on longer-
want to recognize your lasts…
The last time that you need my help
with details of a dance.
The last time that you ask me for
advice about romance.

The last time that you talk to me
about your hopes and dreams.
The last time that you wear a jersey
for your high school team.
I’ve watched you grow and barely noticed
seasons as they pass.
If I could freeze the hands of time,
I’d hold on to your lasts.

For come some bright fall morning,
you’ll be going far away.
College life will beckon
in a brilliant sort of way.
One last hug, one last good-bye,
one quick and hurried kiss.
One last time to understand
just how much you’ll be missed.
I’ll watch you leave and think how fast
our time together passed.
Let me hold on longer,God,
to every precious last.

 Gracie and Alysha 6 and 3

In the midst of fevers, spit up, diapers, dishes and homework we moms (yes dads too) can grow weary and tired of it all. We can forget all the firsts and LASTS that our children are progressing through as we wish for the next season – one we dream to be easier.
Today I hold my girls a little closer. So proud that they such a sweet little girls and yet sad that for my big girl, the baby, preschool, kindergarten and 1st grade days are forever gone.  As I hold my baby I pray that I can hang on a little longer.  Lasts are passing us by. The door of the little years has slammed shut in my face. Gone forever!

Don’t waste time wishing the little years away.  Sit back. Relax.

 Psalm 127:3 “Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him.


Anonymous said...

Very nice AND trust me it doesn't get easier.... it gets harder so you don't want to wish it away!! Of course I can only speak till 16 but Ma says your kids problems only get bigger and bigger as they get bigger so in that sense it only gets harder and harder....... :)or maybe that should be a :( ..... great poem - awesome pictures, wonderful message!!

Barbara Morden said...

I have warned so many young mothers of how very quickly time flies, but alas, when we are struggling just to live our life as best we can; time keeps ticking. Johnny Reed has a song called "TIme Flies" and whenever I hear it, I cry. (it's about a married couple, but still same principle) Great post!

Crystal Burkholder said...

Nice poem. Great pics of the girls!

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