(From a prompt given by Alix Klingenberg)

Dear Future,
My boys have grown taller than me.
I don’t understand this.
I was just giving birth a second ago.
First one and then another.
Rocking them late at night.
I held them in my arms!
Half asleep in the dim light.
Nestled warmth onto my chest.

So how can it be?
That they were talking
No! And then they were walking.
And now running away from me.
Let go of my hand.
Out the door.
1st grade, 2nd, 5th grade and present.
And now they are walking across a stage
And there is applause.
It seems  this is a vision of the future 
Bc I still don’t understand how this could be.

They are both taller than me!

So future,
As I am slipping fast into the past.
Take care of them,
Help the applause last.
Bc I know I won’t be standing at their final ovation.
I will have slipped out the back.
With little consternation.
So future, please be kind.
Help them grow up with a strong mind.
And a they grow make sure they know.
I always love them so.