Time is of the Essence

The poem raises questions about being aware of time.

For a moment I forgot where I was.
I looked to the past for an old friend.
All is moving.  I am stationary.

Longing for happiness of childhood.
"Remember that time..." Mother said.
Yes, I remember the sweetness of that afternoon.

Memories are never fleeting - they are everlasting, unlike moments. 
Times scurries you along, the impatient train needing to leave the platform.
I feel rushed!  I'm not ready yet!

The song on the radio reminds me of you.
"Remember that time..."  the Friend said.
Yes, I remember the coldness of that night.     

I walked along the beach collecting shells.  I put them in my pocket to remember this day. 
Salty air, birds cooing, damp cool breeze.
Remebering the smallest of details allows memories to be constant.