Dealing With Time, Leftover. Poem by SY Wong ...

I have done proper
What's a mother's instinct
What I love most
And I won't call myself absent

Mending clothes
at a time
I attended to my children, sometimes fierce
I had to feed
and nurture.

Until I see not a hint of innocence
They're now on par

Ready to face the world, readied
Like my grand child who said, "I'm ready."

It was not long ago

Now it's time to let go
I started some true living
Doing some fancy things
The change came
I treat time as a speciality or some delicacies
Yes, time becomes more delicate
Time to really dance
or laugh heartily
Who cares.