Poem: Time hurries

IMAG0075-1In the stirring

The constant whirling

Of busy life

Of life as Mum

We stretch out wings

Fly back home

Create a home

From whence we come.

Flitter patter flutter

The tiny steps walk fleetingly by

Mum mum mum

Echoes in our head

As they lie tucked in their loving beds

Wrapped in the cacoon we provide

Little mouse

You creep and scurry

Like hands of time

Quickly flown

What sometimes seems the weight of mountains

You turn around the time is gone.

 

 

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