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.
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.
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?
Vague dreams I saw last night
Can’t recall what transpired
Searched amongst the shadows
Lost ones the heart desired
Time whisked them out of reach
Looked for them I tried
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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.
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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?
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I waited for my children to see the city with me.
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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
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.
Why do we take time for granted?
Life is but fleeting. I cherish the time I spent here with my son. Each, and every moment is of immense value for me.
I feel a pang of regret at the time passing. Soon, I will be looking at this time as my past.
If I could go back in time, I would spend time in getting to know my father, grandmother, and aunts. Getting to know them really well. Get their story of life — what they went though.
When I was young, I never thought that these people in my life won’t last forever. Although I lost my mom in childhood, it never crossed my mind that eleven years onward, it will be my father’s turn.
I wish I had known him better. What were his hopes in life? Did he achieve them? I should have questioned him about the grandfather I never knew, whom he lost when he was ten years old.
I am writing this in the hope that my readers would realize that time never stands still. Those in our life should be loved, and cherished, and we should forgo our differences (of opinion).
Set It To Rights
Think of a time you let something slide, only for it to eat away at you later. Tell us how you’d fix it today.
The daily prompt has gone missing for good. After a daily diet of prompts, there is nothing to look forward anymore. 😣
I looked up the e-book of prompts for inspiration.
The prompt was, “what’s the 11th item on your bucket list?”
There isn’t one on my bucket list. Back home, I hanged a white board in my dressing room, near a long mirror. I wrote necessary chores I had to do. During this period my daughter came for a visit. At the time her youngest one was M3.
M3 after espying the board made a face on it, and added, “love you Nano”.
I never did the chores I had written as a reminder to myself. I didn’t look at it anymore, so I missed M3’s message. A year later on I glanced at it. Actually I avoided looking at it, because I never had time on my side, to do what I intended in the first place.
I rubbed off the list leaving M3’s message. I never write lists anymore.
No Time to Waste
by Ben Huberman
Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.
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