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Time Gone By

My second grandson Sn when he was a year, and a half old.

This time when I went to Peshawar, I retrieved some of my photos to bring back with me. As a grandmother I love my grandsons. Although they are far away in Houston, Texas, I daily remember them in my prayers. The eldest one is not paying attention to his studies, and that is a worry gnawing at my heart. Since I have no say in his life style, I can’t do anything about it, nor can his father — my son.

The only person he listens to his mother. Time is precious, once gone, can’t have it back again. It is slipping fast beyond reach.

Son is holding the youngest one in his lap.

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The Last Friday

Son phoned me after finishing his case to tell me to get IB (grandson) ready for going to the mosque for Friday Zuhr Prayers. Today is Friday, and IB is on the last leg of his time with us. We only have one other day left. His older brothers hardly goes to the mosque, except for Eid days, so maybe this is the last Friday he goes to the mosque.

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I wish his mother let him come to us for a longer period next year. That will be a dream come true.

We will be missing him like crazy once he goes back to Houston. Our home will feel empty without his dear presence. Who is going to raid the freezer for ice cream, ask me to make waffles first thing in the mornings, and tempt me too into eating?

The Lemon Trees


There are two —no make that three lemon trees in the village home. One sprouts huge lemons every year, but they are few in number. Probably their large size exhausts the poor tree. It gives birth to a lesser number. The other two are laden with lemons. When they are still green, they are partly hidden with green leaves. When they ripen, and get yellow in color, the two trees are a lovely sight to behold. 

I first have a look when I open the bedroom windows, and see them laden with lemons. I think of lemon preserves, and drinks. I mentally remind myself to find time to pluck them, but time is the one thing I never have. 

I am busy with cleaning the house which remains close due to my absence from home country. Believe me when I say there is ton of dust covering each, and everything, and it saps my energy to zero while I am busy cleaning. At the end of the day dust clings to my hair, face and clothes. I can even taste it in my mouth despite swishing water into it before drinking. I’m bone weary as evening approaches.

When I’m about to step into the car for departure, I remember the lemons. I ask the watchman to get them. In a span of fifteen minutes he plucks some for me to take along. I tell myself maybe I will have more time. 

By the time I manage another visit — the lemons are gone, and the trees are bare. The watchman has harvested the trees for himself.


DAILY PROMPT

Pluck

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Slowly

When I’m in a hurry

Time passes so slowly

Oh! So slowly

I want the needles to make haste

But they appear stuck

I look, willing them to move

But they barely inch forward

There are times when I want them to stop

When they wing forward

As if in a blur

Where did the time go?

Couldn’t it stand still

For a little while longer?

(Sheen-July2016)

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DAILY PROMPT

Slowly

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/slowly/

You Think You Have Time

  
Our time on earth is limited

It doesn’t wait for anyone

Seconds passes into minutes

And minutes into hours

The day no longer remains

All that remains is a memory

(Sheen)
This is my attempt at a quote and poem challenge from Gwenice http://thechaserofdreams.wordpress.com

Thank you Gwenice for nominating me for the challenge. Sorry I am just taking part for one day. Hope you won’t mind.

Anyone wanting to take part? Please feel invited to do so.