Moving Objects

Moving Objects

To Olivia

On Sunday we really didn’t do that much

Which is for us, unusual. It seems to me sometimes that we are in constant

Motion, going about our work, studies, hobbies, social lives, often apart and

Occasionally together.

But on Sunday I was moved not to move, not to go out rock climbing. Instead

I had a day at home with you.

Made a cake

Invited friends and your grandparents round to eat it with us.

We did our own things, but came together every so often

To eat, to drink tea, to tell a joke, to share a thought.

It was a wonderful day, filled with quiet wonders.

It’s so very easy to get carried along in the flow of events

Being busy. So easy

To forget the pleasure to be found in just hanging out

With someone you love.

And time flies so terribly fast.

In just a few years you will be grown and gone

Falling headlong into your own exciting life

Which I shall follow with adoration and interest, but as

A spectator.

This knowledge gives me quite literal

Pause. Makes days like Sunday

Special.

Every day with you is special

The eventful ones, as well as those in which we really don’t do that much.