
Note: I’ve never been a big fan of Daylight Savings Time, which has always struck me as an embarrassingly mortal attempt to stave off the inevitable shortening of the days. Who are we kidding, here? We can’t control time. It’d be nice if we could, though…
I’d like to fall back once a year
I’d like to fall back once a year
to hang out with those I hold dear.
I’d relish the choice
to hear my dad’s voice
and gather my little ones near.
I’d like to be able to see
the kids who are closest to me
walk home from the park.
It’d be quite a lark
to serve tiny cups filled with tea.
I’d like to buy dresses with bows
and paint nails on fat little toes.
My boys’ dungarees
would have holes in the knees
with grass stains above and below.
I’d like to see Colver once more
and hike to the general store.
I’d eat walnut rolls,
slurp soup from big bowls,
see Grandma and Pap at the door.
The future’s as bright as the past.
My visit would not have to last.
I just think it’d be fun
to see everyone
because seasons change shockingly fast.










Pace Oddity
Love this!
Thank you, Mrs. Finley!
I’d like my dogs to understand… lol
Awww, those furry alarm clocks will keep you on your toes.
I could not agree more, I loved being a mom on Grant Street!
We loved you being a mom on Grant Street too!
Love the poem and the concept or being able to go back to those days for just a little while. How I wish we moms were given a crystal ball to know the last time we would play with Matchbox cars, or set up a train track, or braid hair, or clean up Play-Doh, or tell our kids not to let the door slam when they ran outside with their friends, or say prayers with our kids after they crawled into bed. I think we would enjoy those things so much more at the time.
Thank you for your tender insight. I have to admit I welled up a little reading your comment.