Where Do The Years Go ?

As I was walking through the porch door yesterday, something caught my eye....
It was the three bullet holes on the left hand side of the door.
I hadn't noticed them in awhile, but they were the work of my grandson playing a joke on me, some seven years earlier.
Of course, they are fake, but I laughed heartily the first time I saw them.

I began thinking, where have those years gone ?
The times the grandchildren came by to ride the school bus in the mornings.
The hours spent watching Beatrix Potter and Disney movies all day long, snuggled in quilts on the living room floor.
Playing tea-parties and cooking pretend-meals in their children's kitchen, my grandson acting as the pizza delivery boy, on his little scooter.

They have their own room, it sits in silence. No more laughter, or dress-up games.

Their bear and rabbit collection no longer hugged.

The mama rabbit is now my company in the computer room.

Her rabbit friends keeping vigilance.

The grandchildren are grown, their interests are now friends, music and cars. I miss their laughter.

~ We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up ~ Christopher Morley