August 9, 2010 passing

Nothing happens as planned over here,
we are once here and the next minute there.

Playing with the energy of three year olds,
To match yours I have to exert two folds.

I wake up with the hopes of achieving a lot,
But time drifts and all I can hope for is to stay afloat.

But I have not felt lighter, mentally I mean,
You are showing me places for days that I have not seen.

P.S - Okay I had planned to write much more...but not with a book on CD reading children poems right into my ears and A asking questions about the pictures in the book. I think I will retire satisfied today that I wrote all this in less than 10 minutes.

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