The Trickle's Blinding Speed

They used to be here. Just little girls. Cheeks still round and 'growing up' nowhere near.


But now they are present. Their 'growing up' in full swing. Walking the same school hallways and singing in various choir groups. They used to be There, and now they are Here.

I know there was time in between. But as I look at the Then and the Now in quick succession, the In Between is blurry. I can only see the Little and the Big. It's that trickle again, and it's willful nature to move faster than I want it to.

Oh, these girls. I want to hold you here forever.