I wish they were little again; 
I think about it now and then.

We’d take them to the movies 
or ride on the train,
play in the sunshine, 
the snow or the rain. 

We would walk them to school 
and later teach them some more, 
maybe hike through the forest 
or take a drive to the shore. 

They would jump on me 
and wrestle me down; 
I’d let them win 
and pretend to frown. 

They’d play with their pets, 
neighbors and friends, 
and visit their relatives 
on holidays and weekends. 

We would go shopping as we 
walked through the mall,
play hide and seek, 
hockey or basketball. 

We’d take them to the zoo 
and feed the giraffes, 
then enjoy the ride home with 
their smiles and laughs. 

They would wake us up when 
they had a bad dream; 
we’d take them on a carnival ride 
and hug them when they screamed. 

If I think back for too long, 
sometimes I’ll get sad;
then I remember how grateful 
I am to be their dad. 

I cannot believe time 
went by so fast; 
it’s difficult not to 
think about the past. 

Those were some of the 
happiest days of my life; 
they may soon have their own 
children and a wife. 

I wish they were little again;
I blinked...and they became young men.