19/10/2025
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Schoolbag in hand, she left home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I tried to capture every minute, every feeling in it.
She kept on growing
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers all the time.