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.
Image by http://jeanmcewan.com/
nice!
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 ….