Time Passes On
It succeeds my intelligence
Beyond my sharpest reason
Surpasses common sense
All logic begins seizing
Minutes become hours
Weeks add up to years
Golden grains sour
Stagnant pools of lonely tears
A new mother, hands shaking
Baby boy clinging to her breast
Time flies, a rude awakening
Hesitantly getting dressed
Head to toe, in her best attire
Lipstick and pearls to adorn
Streams of tears, though, not much of a cryer
Reminiscing the day he was born
Entering the sanctuary, a bitter sweet smile
Finds her seat on the first pew
A strange man escorts a bride down the isle
She is the first to boohoo
She used to be his everything, stars and universe
The only woman in his life
But as time moves on, they must disperse
As his bride becomes his wife
Time is elusive and much too fickle
To wrap her brain around
Days like drips on a heated Popsicle
A silent, jarring sound
Before long, new becomes the norm
Two trips around the sun
Then the birds and bees swarm
In the oven, a bun
A new grandmother, steady hands
Baby boy against her heart
Wise to all of the infant's demands
One journey ends for a new one to start
5 generations, gathered together
Tucked tightly in a small room
Her son squeezes her hands of leather
A new life being formed in a womb
Tears rolling, the family is shaken
She inhales her last breath
Another beginning is in the making
Birth coincides with death
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