Time tests all things,
makes steady work of wearing out
these old duds,
till they fall off and run like sand
along the length of your hourglass,
or come back into fashion,
following along worn grooves
and ever turning cycles
deepening down each mark.
I’ve been absent again, and I’m late to the game for this week’s quadrille prompt. The reason for both of these is in the picture below.
Born weighing 6 pounds and 8 ounces, my little Athena. She is both a fountain of inspiration, and the adorable menace keeping my from my keyboard most days.