Every second passes a tick faster,
but the change is so gradual it seems
it almost makes no difference.
Sometimes you feel as if the past
is within your reach, within your grasp.
Then a birthday comes and goes,
just as another Christmas passes.
You were sure this would be the year
that you would spend Christmas in Florida
and relive that college trip.
The time got away though, it seems.
You have children now, but they are aging too,
aging right out of your hands.
Time is running even from them
even in their youth.
How very busy you were raising them
making sure they had all the time in the world
when they were old enough,
you took them to Disney.
But the time came soon
when they were too old to return.
You dropped your oldest at college,
and surely it was only the next day
that she was getting married to that boy.
You remember him, don’t you? The one she met
the day you dropped her at school.
It’s too late to matter now. Their children are born
and all you can do is love every minute.
Every smile. Every fall. Every laugh.
Your husband is gone now. Your family is left.
But you’re ready. Time is up.
All you have left are memories of memories,
and love. Soft love.
Time has released you. Let go.
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