When I was a kid I didn’t know that forever was not forever.
It wasn’t until I lost my beloved grandmother-and she had lost her mind years earlier-that I was able to really appreciate what loss was and by extension-time.
I am glad that this reality was not part of a childhood spent hunting down treasures at the local dump, going on picnics with my family and dreaming about how intended to conquer the world!
When I was a kid I didn’t know that forever was not forever.
It wasn’t until I lost my beloved grandmother-and she had lost her mind years earlier-that I was able to really appreciate what loss was and by extension-time.
I am glad that this reality was not part of a childhood spent hunting down treasures at the local dump, going on picnics with my family and dreaming about how intended to conquer the world!
Thanks for the prompt—and the poem!