third blog

time goes by without me
i run,
to catch, to hold
always behind
always thinking
of the future
please wait, stop
i need a moment
to catch my breath
to stop running
to remember
this time
of the present
i cannot stop running
i am afraid
to look behind me
i could trip and fall
would time fall with me?
i turn my eyes
to see my mother
to hear her sing
behind me
i fall
and she carries me
strong and fearless
she walks and sings
in present joy
time stops
to listen
to hear
her music
i wish
to be
so strong