Feast on Ordinary

"You're getting so big!" said the younger to the older

and yes--the bone under the pillow speaks loud and clear

of passing years

Yet, she is still not so big

as she parades and yips and high pitches

her way around the room.

And she grabs her tiny box

special made for youthful mouth

and part of the little girl is put away

Content she is to be passing this way

and I--well, I am, too

For it is a rite of passage that speaks loud

Speaks of textbook

and of average

and says that all is as it should be within

For there was a time

between these walls

when sickness reigned

So thank you, Lord

for this moment

while I feast on ordinary

And I will not lament

the passing of time

nor will I wish it to stop

So ticking clock

tick away,

God's minutes are a gift.