“I am that I am,” she says as she stands in contemplation
As ripe old age melds youth to wisdom, a sun setting.
But Time keeps turning, a passing, standing in lamentation.
She learns the value of a moment without hesitation;
listening to that which is most important without forgetting.
“Don’t rush. Don’t forget,” Time denotes in desperation.
In the business of life we can easily forget consideration,
the beauty all around us, or our devotions unrelenting.
A gift not to be forgotten, nor forsaken with indignation.
It only takes a moment to pause in meditation,
to listen to the world around us, to appreciate unregretting,
to the rhythm of our lives, to those we love, and evaluate Time’s translation.
Value those around us, hold each close, those whom fill are lives in celebration.
Take a moment of reprieve to listen to their sweet words offsetting
the noise of Life with, “Mommy I love you,”’s given in appreciation.
Hold fast to those around you, those who love you, and these moments of commemoration,
for they go bye so fast, Time waits for no man nor woman, there is no resetting.
The minutes, the years, the moments pass buy as if a capitation,
do not forget Time’s warning and commendation.