It goes by really fast when you’re thinking about it,
and when you aren’t.
Takes up space
clogging up like pores in the face that shows all the years
Minutes
Seconds
Sometimes you think you’ve got lots of it,
Others it moved fast
Fast like a car
Or a train
Or a plane
Or the bus that you took to school every day for 17 years
It’s worth it though
The time
The time spent at home
School
Dance
As if time existed in counts of 8
Moving until the song ends and then you just
Start again
Except time, while it may decide the length of a song
How long you you spend on the bus
Doesn’t bend at your will the same way a pause button controls the music
Doesn’t determine the speed of the car that gets you home faster
To mom
Dad
Dog
Time
Those extra few minutes with friends that went by way too fast in a dress up clothing filled basement
The fake sick calls to grandparents so you could be warm under the blanket designated for sick days
The smell of green tea and croissants at 6:40 on a weekday morning
Time.
It’s there
To prologue and snatch up
those moments
To make them worth doing
To ensure you hold onto them
Little snapshots
Eminem in the car
Letting grandpa lead
Teaching a brother to pirouette
Time.
And yet somehow
In some way
You want it more
You want it to stand still
You can’t have both
So it’s daydreams in the front room and walks
with the dog
squeezing it all in
Time
Written by my daughter, Emily Griffiths
