Time

So this poem talks about a girl who yearns for the healing time brings.

So I'm siting on the bed
My head thrown up high
Eyes glaring at the ceiling
I could almost see through it.

Mummy's lying by my side
Just like every other day
Since last year.

Now, I'm her voice
I'm her hands
I'm her feet.

My heart's overwhelmed
Memories; Good, bad and ugly
Stampede in and out of my head.

With my mind's eye, I see a future
Mummy and I, dancing side by side
Singing songs of praise
Before a large congregation
Who looking on in bewilderment, sing along.

But all that stands between now and then
Is TIME.
But TIME seems to be at a standstill for us
So the future seems so far away.

But for the world
TIME is galloping, like a raged horse
So they are all leaving us behind
To them the future is now
To us it is tomorrow
There's never enough TIME for them
So they rush on and never look back.

For us there's too much TIME to be passed
We are tired of waiting
And we don't bother looking back
Why look back
When all there is behind is you

But TIME is hope
All we have is TIME
'Cos TIME heals all wounds
They say.
                                      OHEMAA
                                                WRITES.

Author's Note

I have the passion to write and I'm very eager to learn. So every criticism is welcome. Thank you.

Reviews

[April Showers]

I suppose if we never take for granted all we have and life was perfect and went according to plan we would not constantly be at war with tine. Very moving. Relatable.

[ohemaawrites]

Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

[ohemaawrites]

This is so touching.... all is well... it's just a matter of time INDEED.