There are days that creep by slowly,
ebb more than they flow.
Morning comes before my eyes open
and bedtime comes long after they close.
I check the clock one time too many,
linger in a chair long enough to want to stay.
I bury myself in peeling stickers off walls and fastening princess clothes,
gather train tracks and crumb covered fingers,
and remind myself to breathe it all in.
Because these days that drift, long after they should have cascaded along?
They tumble into years,
into high chairs in storage and cribs coming down,
into preschool cubby holes and toothless grins,
into giddy sleepovers and asking for car keys,
into a quiet life of wondering…
how they ever blurred passed at all.
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