52

(For Brandon, Kelsey and Jameson, my “babies”)

No need to peddle down this hill, I glide
so quickly — no control of speed at all.
The scenery goes whizzing past — I glimpse
some graduations thinking, “You were small
just yesterday!” The time slides by, I grasp
at memories: the holidays, the fall
we shocked you three with Disneyland. The glass
now emptying too quickly for this small
and muddled mind to understand. The glow
of Kelsey’s wedding. The trips to baseball
games. I wonder where the time has gone!
(I wonder at the way time used to crawl.)
I can’t explain how time has flown to you;
you’ll understand when you turn fifty two.

8 Comments

  1. hippo birdie two ewes,
    hippo birdie two ewes,
    hippo birdie deer ewe,
    hippo birdie two ewes!

    (Shamelessly stolen from Sandra Boynton: www.sandraboynton.com/sboynton/hippobirdiecards.html)

  2. Thanks, Tim! Don’t you just love that I’ll always be your old teacher? Well, unless you switch teachers. Then I’ll be your old old teacher. ;-)

  3. So, it’s your birthday? Congratulations! And I like the poem :) Don’t understand the hippo birdie two ewes of tim though, but that’d be me I guess.

  4. Thanks, Eefje. “hippo birdie two ewes” is from a card that Sandra Boynton made. It’s like the song “happy birthday to you” except not. ;-)

  5. :-)

    double :-)

    Dan (who wonders what rhymes with “six.”)

  6. Happy birthday, Patty!

  7. Thanks, Jolene! So far it’s been a lovely day. But then I’ve been so lazy how could it not be? ;-)

  8. Dan: “rhymes with six”? Is that about someone’s age? Or am I totally lost here?

    six: fix (the yard), sticks (to be cleaned up, in the yard), picks (up leaves). Seeing a pattern? Do you need more help? ;-)