“Time may change me,
But I can’t trace time”- Bowie
I glanced down at my six-year-old daughter’s long legs today.
Wow, when did that happen?
she is going to be so tall
taller than her mama.
I think back to when if rock her in the yellow checkered glider when she was a baby,
tucked in my arms.
even then I knew it was fleeting
I could feel her growing
listening to lullabies
with tears streaming down my cheeks
Gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won’t shine,
Oh I didn’t want to wake her
I was already grieving the time
I couldn’t trace and retrieve.