As I stand running water at my old kitchen sink,
I see my reflection in the window and as I blink,
my mind has a thought that if I blink again,
I’ll see an old woman where this reflection has been.
Just a few years ago, the reflection that was there
was a girl raising babies, no silver in her hair.
She looked down for a moment or so it appears
and looked back up as the blinks became years.
Time is a thief, that is so clear now,
it sneaks up, breaks in, no one knows how
to stop it from stealing the years and the days,
changing us, hurrying us, in so many ways.
All we can do is hold on for dear life,
or better yet, hold on to dear life,
love on it, fill it, with moments to treasure,
and let go of the grip on time we can’t measure.
Replace fear with laughter that we throw at the thief
and when we do it will be a relief.
It will free us to live in the day we are in
without fear of tomorrow, a place we’ve not been.
I know that one day I’ll stand at my old kitchen sink,
I’ll look at the window and there in a blink,
will be an old lady looking back at me,
wrinkles and silver hair I know there will be.
I picture her smiling at me, laugh lines galore,
no words will be needed, her expression says more.
As my eyes meet hers, I hope that I know,
her life was well-lived as the time did go.