And Time Passed

by Gail Balentine

When I was a child I loved horses and I wanted to write about that,

      But there was school and games and things to do, and time passed.

When I grew older, life was a kaleidoscope of opportunities, and I wanted to write about that,

      But everything was a rush, there was so much to experience and learn, and time passed.

Being a young wife and new mother was challenging and I wanted to write about that,

     But I was so busy keeping up with the kids, work and house, and time passed.

During middle age, work was more demanding, family health issues were almost overwhelming, the kids left for college and to set up their own lives and I wanted to write about that,

      But at the end of each day it seemed there was no energy left, and time passed.

Now I am retired and writing both fiction and non-fiction. I would also love to write memoirs, to share with my children exactly how I felt and what I thought as life’s events occurred. I want to write about that,

      But I have no place to go to find that information, except memories that are fading and blurring. I’m sad that I did not take just a few minutes out of my days to capture thoughts and feelings about the precious people and events that have made up my life, before time passed.