Because time is so very precious, I say no when I used to say yes.
Because time is so very precious, my window sills are the dustiest.
Because time is so very precious, we sit and watch the sun set.
Because time is so very precious, we eat the store-bought bread and don’t fret.
Because time is so very precious, I hold her when she asks. Even though her gangly legs dangle down.
Because time is so precious, I trace the outline of her eyelashes brown.
And pause.
And smile.
And breathe.
And beg.
Beg for time to slow.
Because time is so very precious, and I don’t want to let go.
Love this!
Thanks, girl. 🙂
I love this Elyce! thanks for sharing it. It is so true!!
great job Elyce — thanks for sharing it!! It is SO true!
Thank you, Brenda! 🙂