The Cycle of a Lifetime

Minutes turn to hours, days morph into years;
Time flies by so swiftly as adulthood nears.

Once a happy child, soon a woman grown;
Leaving home and family to make it on her own.

Love turns into heartache, heartache back to love;
looking for that one man sent from heav'n above.

Marriage and a family, make her happy home;
'Till one day her own girl sets out on her own.

Minutes turn to hours, days morph into years;
The cycle of a lifetime repeated through the years.

© Criss F. Rosenlof 7/17/2008
-I wrote this for my oldest daughter when she was 16 (2008). She was at a girls camp, and we parents were supposed to "write a letter" to our daughter for them to read on their last day there. I sat down to write a letter, and got a poem.  Go figure.