Cycles of Life

I'm here again, Dad, 
With flowers and stories
About what’s been going on
Since you’ve been gone.
Same old, same old…
School, work,
Braces for Billy, Julie into dance,
Aunt Millie, she's in the nursing home,
Ellen had a little girl.
Oh, Stan died, heart attack.
But maybe you knew that already?
Are you here, Dad?
Is there more than this
Endless cycle of
Life and death… ?

 

Time

I can’t help wondering just where time gets to. Seems like he was right here at hand and the next thing I know he’s stolen off.  He is just the slipperiest thing since wet soap. My friends and I talk about how it flies by often.  I use to laugh at my grandmother and her friends for talking about how swiftly time passes. I thought they were barmy. Why, I thought school term would never be over, that summer break would never come. I waited a hundred years to turn sixteen and drive a car. For each milestone time seemed to drag his feet like they were encased in concrete.  When, exactly, did physics do a flip flop and shift into hyper-drive?

I suspect my grandchildren shake their heads and laugh at goofy granny and her crazy hang-up about time. But, like previous generations, we oldsters have the last laugh cause we know the reality or maybe I should say, the relativity of time. They’ll learn and the cycle will go on. Such is life. And it’s all good.