TIME MARCHES ON

By Mark Heckey

Time marches on,

Spring is marching; its green wave on the retreat of Winter’s run.

Time marches on,

It is March Time, this very moment.

Time marches on,

Mother and child bound in simple heartbeat, breathing in and out.

Time marches on,

A baby cries its first breath, a mother bathed in joy and sweat.

Time marches on,

Awkward first steps, child exploring, falling into loving arms.

Time marches on,

Joyous parents release the bike, wheels turn, balance achieved.

Time marches on,

Dressed in blue gown and funny square hat, the child graduate, a proud tear shed.

Time marches on,

The tiny dorm is a center of liberation, yet also a symbol of loss, a joy and a fear.

Time marches on,

Her face shows this one is hers, to have and to hold.

Time marches on,

How can we ever give her away?

Time marches on,

She lives apart in distant places, our heart never disconnected.

Time marches on,

My wife is sick, but my daughter sleeps in her hospital bed, comforting her as she also received.

Time marches on,

Now it is five years of remission. Life persists. Love marches on!

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