|Is this the little boy at play?|
I don't remember growing older,
When did they?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears.
-Fiddler on the Roof
|How it all began|
|The end of this chapter|