Father Time

I have been looking back through my old poems. I am thinking of self publishing a book of poetry soon, and I came across this gem. This is still one of my all time favorites of all the poems I have written!

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Father time, can you spare a few minutes?

I need to speak with you.

I’m begging you to slow your hands,

there’s so much left to do.

 

We have so many places yet to see,

so many words left unspoken.

Can’t you see me standing here,

so worn, and shattered, and broken?

 

Even the rain, she understands,

her raindrops conceal my tears.

I’m not asking for a lifetime,

just a few more ephemeral years.

 

Outside, I seem perfectly fine,

but inside me, there’s a war.

Father time, can’t you see, I’m dreading…

not being anyone’s little girl, anymore.

 

 

©Kristian L. Weigman