Categories
Haiku Poetry

Kids

Time easily slips

Seemingly slow, for the young

Crashing on the old

A child…a baby

Now moving out of the house

It’s the oldest tale

The mothers story

I knew time barreled toward me

Yet…I’m not prepared.

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s