Stitch This

April again….Napowrimo!

This one is about time and it’s value

Foundations

Every waking moment

is different and unique

It will never come back and we can never peek

Backwards

and relive our time

It runs quicksilver gone

But always leaves it’s legacy

It’s echo and it’s tone.

We may lose every minute yes

But each supports the next

So shadows do not darken

no

They add depth and context.

My responsibility

Is not to ignore life.

Is not to place priority

On chores that eat my time.

It is to teach my boys to fly

and be young men with grace.

And watch them as they soar away

To take their rightful place.