How quickly they grow up.

Yesterday, they were learning to walk

Holding our hands

Talking gibberish.

Allowing us to plunge in oceans of thoughts

And pulling out pearls with their innocence!


How quickly they grow up.

Past yesterdays, coming tomorrows

So much silence in between.

Independent with busy lives!

They used to see God in father’s face

And heaven beneath mother’s feet!


How quickly they grow up.

Lips that sang lullabies

Now silent, wondering at

The distance of years ravaged and gone!

How easy it was to allow them

To sit on these stooping shoulders

To see the world with rose-colored glasses!


Today they have grown up and are smart.

 Each relationship, now a ladder to

Climb and achieve promotions.

Days of silence, our constant companions,

Speak to us of times gone by, and how

In the completion of our children’s ambitions

Our own dreams we ignored.


 {{ Not sure if I have posted this before. Hope you all enjoy it anyway!}}

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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18 Responses to Children

  1. slmret says:

    This is beautiful, Zakiah! How is Noah doing, away at school?

    • Zakiah says:

      Hi Janet. Thank you. Noah is doing wonderful. He loves the college and the curriculum. Has been keeping up with his A’s and A+’s. The god thing is he is only 3 hours from here, and comes home almost every other weekend. I LOVE THAT.

  2. That was really nice. Kids grow up so quickly don’t they?

  3. beowulf222 says:

    Very beautiful. A bit sad but in a good way (if there is such a thing).

  4. Gosh I’m not sure whether to admire the beauty of how it must feel to see your children become who they are now, or to feel sad about neglecting your own dreams.

    • Zakiah says:

      I am so proud of what my children have accomplished. They are known all over the tri-state area for their accomplishments. Our dreams were always to see our children do well in life. I am blessed.

  5. Lyne's View says:

    It’s happening all around me. Love this!

  6. I love this! The images are vivid, the emotions strong! I was thinking of my children as I read it…so it brought tears of great joy! I am so so SO blessed! 🙂

    And I think of your children, too, since they are the children you wrote so beautifully about, SweetZakiah! 🙂 They are part of the legacy you will leave with the world…they will continue to make the world a better place! 🙂

    HUGS!!! and ❤ !!! 🙂

  7. LOVELY. Children are our legacy..may we leave ‘shoes worth filling” (as I taught in SS at one point. Hugs

  8. The growth and performance of small children make us happy but make us feel much that we are growing old. You wrote the poem of life and generations from age to age ,Zakiah
    Love ❤

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear Michel,
      Thank you for coming over. I think all of us feel time marching past us, and telling us that the next generation will be in charge of changes. Hope you are doing well.

  9. r_hsw says:

    time does pass by so fast, especially when one has important things to worry about. we tend to loose sight of what we initially planned in life and surrendered to what comes our way. life is weird and unpredictable. but we shall live on.

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