Lazy Sunday Morning...
Mom has been telling, cajoling, shouting for the past .....was it half an hour? to get up...
Steaming coffee waiting...
brushing my teeth and waking up the rest of my senses...
squinting at the 8 am sun
not so much has changed...
but mama... i see your hair greying...
dad, you seem to be popping pills...
And my heart sinks!
When did all this happen?!?!
I look at myself in the mirror...
do i see the 13 yr old... ?
but ...where are the stars in the eyes...?
her head which was in the clouds
has moved back to her shoulders...
yeah...things have changed...
Time doesnt leave anything untouched does it?
is there a slower poison?!
I love you mom, dad...although time is tearing us apart...
little by little...
I love you, here...now...forever...
