Time ... Slow Down

Time – Slow Down

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Yesterday, he was clinging

to Mom for security.

Today, he has a strong

sense of his own resilience.

A few years ago

she was happy

with a tricycle.

Now she has a

driver’s license.

I remember when she

was a Brownie.

This fall she’ll be

a college freshman.

Yesterday he was the

baby of the family.

Today, he has his

own baby.

Have I done enough?

Have I taught

the right concepts,

the right sense of

right and wrong,

the good and bad,

the right balance in life?

Have I modeled

the best traits?

And did I say

“I love you”

often enough?

When she remembers

my life, will she

find me faithful

in what I proclaim

as good and true?

Does she know 

what a straight arrow 

looks like?

Time is elusive. 

This moment is all

that we are sure of.

I’m gonna make it count.

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A Photo Captures It all

A Photo Captures it All

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I have a rhododendron bush

just outside my window.

It was late in blooming this year.

And when it bloomed,

it was spectacular.

I captured it in a picture

on Saturday.

Today, it is starting to fade.

Still plenty of blooms,

but not quite the

vibrancy of two days ago.

Thankfully I’ve got the photo.

I saw a picture of a man

I once knew fifteen years ago.

He was old then.

His daughter posted a

picture of him as a 22-year-old.

What a handsome man, back then.

So glad she has this photo to remember

him in his peak. 

Photos … captured moments.

Important somehow, in adding to

the fabric of our lives.

We remember when …

through photos.

Those moments happened then,

and we get to relive them now

… with photos.

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Small Days

Small Days

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

We’ve all heard the saying,

“Tomorrow we’re going to

have a big day.”

Sometimes we may need

a small day.

You know that day.

It’s when you do 
not much of nothing.

You meander, you wander,

you stroll, you yawn,

you nap, you eat

what you want,

in small bites, of course.

Small days require

less planning.

We don’t have to

get ready too early,

unless we want to.

We go or don’t go

as we please.

And, most important,

I think …

We find amusement in the

simplest sights and sounds.

Yes indeed.

I like small days.

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