Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion

The motion of time passing

eerily silent and unseen on its own.

captivated by its own energy

its unfulfilled lust for speed.

the wretched taskmaster

never content to be, to just be

unwilling to stop and sit a spell.

no.

we don’t gain

even one moment’s pause…

we ask where the time went

the days, months, years.

yet we know.

we’ve experienced it over and over.

we’ve seen, smelled, and tasted it.

the sun rising and setting

the tide going in and out

leaves falling from the tree

buds sprouting through the snow

fragrant blossoms opening

babies learning to crawl,

walk, run, and off they go.

smooth skin turning saggy,

blond hair turning gray,

and my sharp-as-a-tack 97 year old mom

has commenced to asking

“what day is it?”

“what day is it?”

“what day is it?”

silent and unseen time in motion

continuing

.

.

.

without missing a beat…

~SueBee

Motion

My poem, and this small gallery of photos, reflect a journey our family has been traveling. The past weeks have been consumed by finding a new home for my 97 year old mom, closer to where most of us live in Orange, and closer to where we can share in caring for her. It’s been an emotional, exhausting experience for everyone. The retirement home wasn’t able to provide the care we wanted, or could afford, for her. The photos are of Kat walking her grandma down the hall of the retirement home where she’d happily resided the past 5 years, leaving it for the last time. I interpreted this week’s Photo Challenge, Motion, as the motion of time passing. ~SueBee