Ode to Ashton – Now Eighteen

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My little boy has grown so strong
I can’t believe its been this long
Since he raised his tiny head
And gazed at me in the hospital bed.
I held you tight against my chest
And promised to always do my best
To give you all you’d ever need
And make sure you would succeed.
You always wanted to help mum out
Around the house or out and about
And that was merely just the start
To seeing the size of my little boy’s heart.
I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown
And even though I’ve always known
How smart and strong and extra kind
You have become heart, soul and mind.
We’ve had so many ups and downs
But you’ve always kept me on solid ground
You are so much more than a bundle of joy
You’re my giggly, gorgeous, mischievous little boy.
Clearly you only have to nominate ‘time travel’ as the subject of a writing competition to get people thinking.
Time, for me, was at first just “the clock on the wall” at high school. When is lunch? When will this test finish? And when is home time?
Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
The decay of an atom indicates that time itself has passed, it is the origin of our concept of time.