How time passed by fleetingly,
My little children grown up easily.
Children whom I cherish and care dearly,
Teach and love them unselfishly.

How I wished that time would pass by slowly
And create more memories with them vividly.
Though they never comes from my own womb,
I look and appreciate them as my own.

How I hope that time was not in a hurry,
So I can be with them freely and eagerly.
But time must pass how it wanted to be,
Just remember the prints that was made and left.

As time passed by and had myself a cry,
For my children will bid me goodbye.
Some will forget, Seldom will remember,
I might forgot the names, but not their faces.

Values that I taught would be their strength,
The wisdom I shared will be their fortress.
Skills that they learned will be their weapons,
Against the battle of life’s struggles and uncertainties.

My simple prayer for my children as they go,
The wisdom of mind, faith and compassion.
I may not look after them to fulfill their dreams,
But hoping my love will be a compass to direct.

My children will always grow and leave,
Much as they wanted to stay and play.
I felt fulfilled for my share of weave,
As they take the road towards the dreams they make.