T I M E / L I F E
I remember when I became Ten,
two digits instead of one.
The cake glittered with candles
I filled my lungs and blew them all out.
Making a wish to become hundred
and wear a big white hand crocheted shawl.
Perhaps I would need help to blow the candles out.
Then there was sixteen and twenty-one
not to forget the growing in between and forth.
As time flowed by, I felt sometimes it stood still
at others it skipped like a brook.
Plans fell through for some events,
replaced by a new surprise.
Life just is, Is.
Flying high or sinking low.
A journey of miraculous dimensions.
on Earth, through Cosmos it dances.
Magic beyond belief.
© miriam ivarson
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