Time Is Fleeting

Use it wisely.
Time is seconds-minutes, hours
turning and churning into a
day, week, a month. Before you know
it- the year has ended.
Where has the time gone?
Everything is changing.

The children are grown, so fast
too soon.
They leave home- get married
and have their own families.
Your own flesh & blood are gone
on their own.
So hard to believe- this part of your
life is over. You say it can't be- but
it truly is- how sad.

Looking back- have you any regrets?
Missed times to tell them how much you
cared and loved them, hugged and
kissed them more. How glad you
are that they are your children. To be
closer to them and read stories and tuck
them in. Were you too busy, always in
a hurry? The time to do good is now. This day
will never return.
Tick-tock-tick-tock. Pretty soon the last tock will
sound- you still have time.
Hurry, hurry.

© Mildred Provencher Sept 17, 2000

Note: My mother wrote this poem shortly
before the first stages of Alzheimer's set
in. She passed away a few years ago in
Pembroke, Ontario. Sure miss you mom, love ya.