Time, did it slip through my outstretched fingers, flow,

subtly as water? My little big brother,

Running across the pastures with his kite, where did that go?

Footsteps following mine, hands clasped tightly, my mother.

I can see the time pass in the creases of my

grandfather’s eyes. His skin lined with the trick of time, if only

It wouldn't go so fast, then we wouldn't need to say so many goodbyes.

All too soon, if only my world could live forever, we wouldn't be so lonely, 

But, his eyes find mine and we smile, our fingers tracing the same

Photograph. We’ve had time, he whispers, we’ve had time. And his voice

And assurance is enough for me to believe.