Passage of Time

I remember her as a toddler – spindly legs and small for her age. We would go on walks together and when she tired, I would carry her on my shoulders. Then came adolescence and she worried about her weight and looks, but I knew it was just a phase as she passed into a pretty teen. Now she is starting college and talking about what she wants to do with her life. I look at this beautiful young woman, who is now taller than me, and I realize just how far we both have come.

growth rings of a tree
telling the passage of time . . .
marks on a doorframe


— Dan Hardison


Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina


Haibun, Contemporary Haibun Online - July 2013, vol 9 no 2