|Time is showing on my hands, they're dry and wrinkled -
maybe it's all those baby baths, mountains of laundry or
piles of dishes;
They're kind of stiff and gnarly -
no doubt from all those high-fives, pats on the
back and herculean hugs in the best and the
worst of their lives;
My nails are cracked and brittle -
possibly too many years of not putting aside time and
money for that manicure to pack lunches, go to a ballgame
or a school play;
Little brown spots -
perhaps too many years in the sun, outings to the
beach, picnics in the backyard and parades;
Each mark a memory of years gone by,
these days with everyone grown, I definitely have,
time on my hands.
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