On Time

Time moves at different speeds, it is an actual fact,Faster when your happy and your day is packed,But slower when you’re stuck through something tedious,Like when your babe won’t sleep and making quite a fuss.
As a child, time seemed to move at sluggish speeds,The time ‘tween Christmas seasons left me rather keyedUp about the time it took in getting there,It took FOREVER and it simply wasn’t fair!
And when we sat in church to listen faithfully,I was astonished at how slow the time would be, I’m sure that wretched clock was ticking different,And time moved on like it was swimming through cement.
At school too, the time, it hung and didn’t move,It really didn’t care how much I disapproved,But ticked along the minutes at a snail’s pace,And I was stuck there in my stupid desk’s embrace!
But strangely, when my friends and I were on the run,Moving through the day (and games) and having fun,It seemed an eye blink. Time was, in an instant, gone,And Mom was shouting from the back door, “Supper’s on!”
But now I find alltime seems to just disappear,I barely start my day and then the evening’s here,And even things that drag are, in a moment, done,And projects finished that I’ve only just begun.
But, you know, it doesn’t matter if it’s fast or slow,Time, that flighty spirit with its ebb and flow,Cause I’ve been blessed to have it whether good or bad,Forever grateful for all that I have. And had.
 Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin,
With gentle thoughts, perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see,
And now you read what we have wrought...
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Jenny
Mother Owl
Messymimi
Merry Mae

Next week, because the time is here,
We'll talk about this time of year!