Yesterday

mums poem

 

 

 

 

 

Back then

morning was early

and every thing new.

 

There were games to play and tar

melting in the sun

to be picked at

ruining dresses

and shorts.

 

There was no thing fast

or slow;

only now

and this

and some times

next.

 

Every thing mattered

because it was;

the only reason necessary.

 

Back then

there were eight of us

plus two.

 

Now

we are seven.

Precious.

 

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3 thoughts on “Yesterday

  1. This actually brought tear to my eyes, Catherine. It was also like a kick to remind me what it feels like when you are a young child – something I often forget when chastising my daughter for her lack of patience.

    • Thank you so much Safia, for your lovely comment. I know what you mean, as adults we see time differently, and allow it to constrain and dictate to us at times – I’m the biggest offender in this! Occasionally I get the grace to think back to what it was once like. Maybe it’s that granny thing ….

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