sandbox of time . . .

Life is like a sandbox, an hour
glass of passing sand! One day
set aside to rest and reflect.

Each week they had a
special day to meet.

having suchHaving such a

good time together
playing and laughing,

building sand castles with

kings and queens and

every imaginable thing.

One day she became too
busy and forgot

their special day.
And now her bucket is too

heavy, her shovel is filled
with holes, sand sifts
through her fingers
having no place to go.

Don’t forget a day to

come apart and
rest.!