Just Like An Afternoon

   

She told me she would read while we walked to make time pass quickly...and the way home seem shorter...

 ...she didn't know that if  I could I would hold on with both hands and dig my feet in to slow down the afternoon and stretch out the miles but its no use; in the tug-of-war with Time, Time always wins! Next year Victoria will be gone with the youth group on Victoria Day weekend, so we wanted to make it a special Mom and Victoria 'last time'. We did:)

Time takes no holiday

How soon an afternoon

Slips into gowns of evening gray

Like May slips into June

The banter of an hour

Distracts us from the truth

Its laughter like a new-born flower

Or prettiness of youth

The purple hyacinth

Blooms wild on yonder slope

Where we explored spring’s labyrinth

Windswept and drenched with hope

Where, but for poetry

No wisp of it remains

Perfection but a fantasy

Of thought-echoed refrains

…where once three girls dashed free

On childhood’s lilac-breeze

Before they disappeared, where dreams

Beckon new memories

Just like an afternoon

Sun-kissed in middle-May

Always the evening comes too soon

And hurries it away

© Janet Martin