Crescendo

Days drag with no end until the child jumps up from beneath the covers on Christmas morn.

Weeks climb on top of each other as the bride to be waits for her father’s escort down the aisle, his heart joyfully torn.

Months build as the expectant couple longs to embrace their sweet little darling child.

Years race with no hint of breaking for the aged man who remembers and gazes at past reflections in a countryside lake, scene so mild.

Life drags,

climbs,

builds,

and races a w a y,

never looking back,

only forward.

Days,

weeks,

months,

years,

life…

so priceless,

so great,

so wonderful,

so prized,

and so short.