Time slips gracefully into the next moment and soon it has stitched a magnificent quilt of smiles and tears and lumps and bumps.
It smells good, like cookies and flowers and paste and fur from critters.
It is a tapestry of the journey.
Bound tight with the sparkling threads of love and compassion
and snuggled under as we grow up and age with joy and wrinkles on the surface.
by Ruth-Ann Neil