It was 2:23pm on a Friday afternoon,
With the Year 10 girls, drifting away,
Their left over laughter lingering on
And a few quiet moments before the Year 7s
Bowl down the corridor in bold anticipation,
Dreaming of poems with delectable rhymes
And books by Roald Dahl, with tongue twisting names.
But in those short minutes with nothing to do,
The teachers all sink into swivelling chairs,
Digging out chocolate and bottles of pop
To keep ourselves ticking for one hour more.
Closing my eyes at 2:23, with just one more lesson,
I feel that the world has paused in its spin,
With the light flitting in through the blinds still not fixed,
I wish that this droplet of perfection in time
Could freeze into ice and hold shape forever.
Those moments exist, dotted throughout,
So open your eyes and look for the sun.
Margot Kinberg
Oh, those little moments mean so much, don’t they, Rachel? You describe it perfectly, too! We really need to take in each bit of those precious times, as they bring us up so much.
patientandkindlove
And those moments of peace and quiet between lessons are like heaven on earth.
crispina kemp
I wish that this droplet of perfection in time, Could freeze into ice and hold shape forever… love that, Rachel; so do feel that so often 🙂
patientandkindlove
I always think of moments in time like droplets or marbles. It would be great if we could keep hold of them…
crispina kemp
Yes. Some of them. I’m afraid some of my marbles are chipped and others scuffed and cracked. Others I’d like to lose entirely