The girls are back to school today … Time keeps ticking …
I remember driving in cold Irish mornings, and you strapped beside me in your seat, with only few words yet spoken. I remember dropping you off to smiles and hugs, to people who’ve long since forgotten your name … as have we they. I remember cuddles, and kisses, and tears, and laughter … some from the past, some from the present … and some that only live in memories; it is those, in moments alone, that sometimes give most solace. I remember living moments in moments not yet lived, and thinking … “these will be the good ones” … but also wary that life is not all fairy tales. If I could stop time … I would not … If I could change yesterday, or any day that came before, … I would not …. Each day has brought me to you … each day has brought you to you … and me to me. And tomorrow? I hope tomorrow, brings … tomorrow.
My little girl is not so little anymore. She walks, and talks, and thinks like … a little girl. Sometimes she comes to me and speaks of dolls. Sometimes she comes and speaks to me of life … sometimes I have to stop and think … and realise … she will always be … my little girl.
© 2010, Tim (P) Prendeville
