Progress

‘Mother, I’m scared,

The incessant ticking of time.

On and on, never stopping.

Will it stop for me?’

‘One day son,

But not yet.

You’ve done that once before

Yet proved it wrong.’

‘How was that mother?’

‘You came back, and are still coming.’

‘I have no memory of that,

Yet can feel the return.

Day by day, more & more,

little by little, I can see the changes.

First I talk, then I walk, now I run.

But remembering still I struggle with.’

‘Yes son, but believe me that will come,

All else has’

2015

By Benedict Cadwallader from The Journey