chirps Charley, standing on the front porch, her hand waving like a pennant in the wind at the big yellow bus.

I’d freeze these moments, like frames in my mind’s eye.
All of a sudden it feels like time is whipping by.
my sweet baby beans are shifting and changing
daily, my life, it is rearranging.
i don’t want to wake with regret
that things they’ve done, i might forget.
lately i notice i don’t hold my babies,
i don’t stop what i’m doing, i’m constantly crazy.
what if tommorow comes way too fast
these precious times gone at last.
Lord, slow the clock and let it crawl
lest this mama miss it all.