As time goes on , I no longer rush but can't forget being in that race. Then, my slow memory, it recalls all the things I've done in haste. In life we have slow moments, when our memories flood our thoughts. They fill us with a happy calm, the way that memories ought. We never see them arriving, those thoughts from days gone by. They quickly creep upon us, sent from a cloudless sky. The sunlight on my garden chair brings thoughts that fill my brain. Memories, old, of days gone by, of lovers down a country lane. Memories of our life we shared, memories through thick and thin. Some were good and some were bad but now they all mix in. Today our lives would be as nought without memories in slow time, and all those things we think about, precious things that make life rhyme.

Dick Heath