Cmon 5 Oclock
How can it be that hours creep so
yet years swift passage totally blows
my mind? The babes are absorbing
Aristotle, integrating, no more needing
hands held while crossing nor
other mom bossing. Frequently tossing
my glance to the minute hand barely budging
thought occurs playfully charmingly nudging…
Yep, weekends are great for baking and rest
yet each now of this moment just could be the best
ever known, so change mind blown and
let it be shown that life for the weekend ain’t
much to speak of when up against
live for the day.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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