My mother looked out of this window as a little girl, pressing her nose against the glass and daydreaming about the future. Now, I gaze up at the window as her grown daughter, imagining her past. Looking at this window, I can feel the passage of time. I can feel the weight of time moving slowly backward and then rushing forward.
I discovered that my mother lived in this old house as a child. Other people and families surely moved in and out of the house over the years, making changes. But, her window remained unchanged.
I wonder what things she saw as she looked out into her neighborhood. I wonder what things she thought about. I wonder if she had big dreams for her life. I wonder if she dreamed about getting married and the children she would have one day, imagining her life with me long before I ever existed.
She would never have imagined the hardships and physical challenges she would face in life. I hope she imagined some of the happiness and joys that her life would hold. I like to think that some of her childhood dreams came true. She loved to smile and sing and laugh. I know she loved me and my brother with all of her heart because she showed us and told us so. I believe she knew she was loved by us.
Time flies. So, grab every window of opportunity to experience the world and to spend time with the people you love!
Happy Sunday to you all!
*posted in response to the daily post prompt://Window
How to capture time: photographs
Sometimes our memories need a boost. Looking at the moments captured in our photographs can bring back a flood of memories and emotions. Photos allow us to momentarily re-live the past.
I enjoy taking pictures of nature and places and things. Looking at those photos reminds me to appreciate the beauty of the world around me. But it is looking at old photo albums, with simple snapshots, that takes me back in time and reminds me of who I really am.
I’m wishing you all great times this weekend!
*posted for the daily post weekly photo challenge:
*posted for writing 201
poetic prompt-face, poetic form-found poetry, poetic device-chiasmus
Okay, this is only in the format of found poetry…even this took a long time! Can’t wait to see what everyone else came up with!
Ephemeral: lasting for a very short time
The flowering of these beautiful trees ushers in the spring. I am amazed at how these trees seem to bloom over-night, in unison. One day, they go unnoticed; the next time you look, glorious color abounds.
The flowering beauty meets my definition of ephemeral since the colorful stage is transient. I try to consciously appreciate the sight. To me, the flowers seem to disappear without warning as suddenly as they arrive.
Time is relative. While these ornamental trees blossom every year, the growing cycle lasts only about 30 years for plum trees which is fleeting in the realm of time.
Waiting (Park Benches)
Sit down and wait a while
Rest your weary bones
Wait for return of energy
Wait for emotional clarity
Wait for inspiration
Sit down and rest a spell
Your time will come
Loosen up! Free your feet, free your mind.
Kick off tight shoes and start to unwind.
No blisters, no pinches, no steps of pain.
No grimace, no limits, no gait to retrain.
Life is too short, so don’t delay.
Kick up your heels and seize the day!
(Response to the daily prompt No Time to Waste)