A Trip to Neverland

I hold your tiny hand in mine and walk to neverland

Just you and me, we giggle as we go…

Look mommy, a butterfly, and oh, see the birds that fly

And take a seat in that tree?

Now I sit in solitude and think about those times

Many moons ago…

Treasures of memories gone by so fast,

I wish time could have been, slow.

But you don’t know what you don’t know.

I hold your grown-up hand now, and see the man

That you’ve become…and I understand…

Honey, see that butterfly, see the birds that fly

And take a seat in the tree? Can we go to Neverland?

Now, what I see is a reflection of me in you…

Time does not go slow. I watch you take a tiny hand

And walk to Neverland.

~Marla Shaw O’Neill May 10, 2025

Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version – To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: