Time

Create memories for that time

When no demands are made on our time.

 

A time that was once so precious

That every second  treasured

Counted and mattered.

The many demands of job

The million little things

That needed to be done.

The many hugs and mishaps

Of little hands and big

That ended busy days and busier nights.

When ‘me’ time was sacred

And half hour downtime

Felt like  vacation.

 

Slowly the demands start easing

One after another

As the little wings start flying.

The same time now stretches

In endless hours of ‘me’ time

Old bones creaking in company

 

It is for those times

That we need to create memories.

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