The Gift of Time – A Poem

The screen lights my face

Reflecting the curated world

Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling

.

Your hand on my sleeve, then on my face 

Your voice reflecting a child’s request

Tugging, tugging, tugging

.

I turn away, pulling the screen to my chest

My peace broken, I add to the disturbance 

Yelling, yelling, yelling

.

You turn away and drop your creation

Broken bits of pride scattering on the floor

Falling, falling, falling

.

The sound of escape pings

The sound of reality heavily sighs with slumped shoulders and sits in front of the TV, turning on a show it’s seen before

The feel of escape vibrates

The feel of reality punches the gut with the realization that time should be given to a small hand and not a small hand held device

.

I am all thumbs, fumbling, 

dropping the screen

dropping down next to you

Putting my face in front of your face

Seeing, listening, loving

.

Living

Image credit: Adrien King @ Unsplash 
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows an hour glass sitting on a small table. The sand has run through the glass. Two hand are reaching for it from opposite ends )

An “early” post (at least for me!) for Sadje’s What Do You See #51 picture prompt. The picture above sent my mind in two directions. This is probably the first time I worked on two poems at the same time! I’ll post my second poem after this one.

This picture intrigued me because of the hands. The one on the table seemed desperate, as if reaching the hour glass was a final act. As someone who is chronically late, I can say that time and I are not friends. I thought that being at home and not having outside obligations due to the pandemic would gift me a lot of time to write and run and do all the other things that I told myself I would do if “I had more time.”

That hasn’t been the case.

Time seems to be going faster despite the fact that all the days are blending together. From the time I wake up to when I go to bed (which is pretty late), I’m on the “go” while staying at home. And since all the kids are at home with me, I am acutely aware of how much time I am spending on activities that I would have usually gotten done while they are in school, versus the time and attention I am giving to them during the day. Some times it’s more or less even, some days it’s weighted to one side.

I am that hand on the table, grasping for more time yet knowing it will be taken away from me and never returned.

©️ 2020 iido

17 thoughts on “The Gift of Time – A Poem

  1. This is a powerful poem. It is a difficult thing our wish for more time…because we imagine what could be or could have been, rather than just breathing into the time we are living in each moment.

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  2. This brought tears to me eyes, one for the beautiful form you have curated with your exquisite words and also for putting in gentle yet truthful words what every parent must have experienced at one time or the other. We think we have all the time, yet in a blink of an eye they are all grown and we are struggling to recapture their childhood. But take heart dear friend, they remember all we did for them, with them and because of them. I have been where you are now, and am grateful my kids look back and tell me they remember the things we did together. You need not try too hard, just being there is enough for them, really.

    This is one of your finest poems dear, it wraps around the heart and soul. I feel so blessed to read this today.

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    • Thank you for your kind words, Gina! This is validation I needed today. You are right, of course – kids don’t need all the things we think they do, just love and attention when they need. It seems so simple yet some days, it could so hard. My heart is full from your generous words! ❤️

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