In the house
There is a pony
A stuffed pony
Named champion
& on that pony
Is a boy
Who will one day
Be grown
& on that day
I’ll look back
To that stuffed pony
& wonder
How time went
By so fast
& the house
Won’t be this one
& the pony
Will be gone
& I will be
Someone I’m not now
But for now
In this house
There is a pony
& a boy
Riding him
Word Junkie 
It brought tears to my eyes. It is true. Sometimes I miss my little boys, who are grown up now.
I thought I responded! Thank you and I completely understand and agree. My guy is only 5 but I feel like its moving SO FAST. Now that he’s in school it’ll move even faster. I just want to hold onto him and never let go.