Oh sweet child; Slow down.
Stop. You’re rushing
Quit begging mama
To fill your plastic
Tea cup. Savor your imagination
And pretend while you still can

Slow down, slow down
Sweet child. Cherish the
Training wheels on your
Pink Barbie bike. You don’t
Need them off. The time will
Come and they will be long gone
Life will start knocking you around

Child, sweet child
There is no need to rush
Stop asking to sit at the
“Grown up” table during
Christmas. Soon enough
You’ll be trapped there
With no escape

Sweet child, just stay put
One day you’ll be old and gray
Looking at your grandkids trying
To grow up so fast. You’ll smile and say

Oh sweet children, slow down, slow down
One day you’ll be my age and there is no
Turning back