Time flies

                                                          Time flies

                                                     By: Avery Lemonnier

Time flies while you’re old but slows down while you’re young.

The green grass filled with morning dew slides down into the dirt, birds nuzzled their hatchling in the newly lit glow.

Bacon is sizzling, the coffee is brewing, the bread is toasting mother is hustling and my dear father is sleeping. I jumped out of bed and peered through the door, run down hall to my baby brother’s room.

He laid asleep so peacefully so I kissed him goodbye, I closed the door just a pinch so mother didn’t know I was in there.

Time flies while you’re old but slows down while you’re young.

I gazed at the same pictures on the wall that I’ve been looking at for decades. The same mirror I used to see my younger reflection has now grown old.

Opa my fondest memory; I would cling to his leg while he walked. I would wiggle my nose in shirt and smell his aftershave. His hands felt rough yet his touch was so gentle, his eyes held mystery of times before his heart hid the key to the family history.

Time files while you’re old but slows down while you’re young.

I slid down the banister to watch my Saturday morning cartoons before my mother yelled to complete my chores. I hear her coming, I turn the television off and ran to get the broom; she winked at me and smiled so I knew she was proud. Little did she know I saw 10 minutes of my show!

Time flies while you’re old but slows down while you’re young

I laugh at the snippets of my past and cry at the memories that are so forlorn, Mother’s smile, Opa’s scent, Father’s presence are all now a part of my family history. Now that I’m old it’s just me and baby brother and our memories.

Time flies while you’re old but slows down while you’re young.