Slice of Life is sponsored every Tuesday by Stacey and Ruth from Two Writing Teachers
Time. I
often lament how fast time goes now. I clearly remember summer seemed to
stretch out in endless days when I was younger. Days flowed into nights, my
skin turned a great shade of brown, vacations passed, and then one day it would
be time to shop for school supplies again. (Which, I will note, were not out
until at least August. This July
stuff sends me into cold sweats.) Summers as a kid were blissful.
Now it
seems that I just caught my breath from the school year being over and we’re
already half way through July. How can that be possible? My mind turned to
school preparation yesterday – parent night, conference sign-ups, and more.
YIKES! Slow down, summer.
This
summer I have sat with Luke and Liam at our dining room table, writing in our
notebooks. Trying to get them to live the lives of writers. Sometimes I give
them something to write about, sometimes they just free write or draw. Today,
my writing is online – sprung from the pages of my notebook.
Thirty-four
Thirty-four
days left of summer.
Time is
flying.
Trying to
grasp on with both hands,
It slips
through my fingers,
Laughing.
You can’t
slow time.
You can’t
hold on.
You can just
You can just
Be.
I want it
to slow down.
More time
in needed.
Where are
my endless days?
Where is
my down time?
Where is the peace
Where is the peace
Quiet
Rest?
And yet,
I see you.
August.
August.
Staring.
Marching
towards me
With all
that you possess.
Class Lists.
Schedules.
Plans.
The First Day of School.
I do look
forward to another year,
Just not
yet.
I’m not recovered from the old one.
I’m not recovered from the old one.
I still
miss my students.
Thirty-four
days left of summer.
I’m
holding on the best I can.
Trying to
savor every day.
Every
minute.
Every
moment.