Time Going

( a poem for when the years fly by )

Where is the time going?
He’s now walking, albeit it wobbly
And he’s now in preschool

Only yesterday
Wrapped in a swaddle in my arms, newborn

Where is the time going?
Yet again, the dishes are dirty
The floor is strewn with Duplo
And I am here, not tidying
But writing, thinking

All about you

Where is the time going?
My love, my man
11 years together
Not a moment too soon

Where is the time going?
We’re getting older
Not necessarily wiser
Certainly snappier
Comes with parenthood, I guess

Where is the time going?
We were two only yesterday
And now we’re four

Where is the time going?
In the blink of an eye
They’ll be gone, to uni, to college

And we’ll have worked and worked
Missing it all

Where is the time going?
My love, my man, my rock
Don’t miss it, love always
Love hard, regret nothing

Sophie

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