I Am Consciousness Itself

 

                                                    

TIME

© Chessie Roberts 2011 All rights reserved

In a rare moment with nothing pressing to do, I was "visiting" friends' timelines a few weeks ago causing me to write this.

The children that played with me are now gray haired and have children of their own.

My little ones are grown with littles of their own.

My body is sagging and flapping in undignified ways, and I wonder who the stranger that sometimes looks like Mother is that lives in my mirror.

I don't care for stairs anymore and climb trees only in my memory.

The children call out strange words like “Watch me Grammy” and “Grandpa see how fast I can run!” Some of them are bringing others to me saying, “This is my boy/girlfriend.”

The little ones that I used to baby sit are sending their children off to college or the military.

My own Grands are married and/or leaving for collage, all of them with dreams I know little about.

I was stunned to recently meet my first great grandchild.

I am wondering where the time has gone...do others miss it?

Do they see it streaming by in the people around them? DO they understand? Do they know?

Do they feel it yet? Do they wonder yet who lives in their mirror? Time is an awesome equalizer.