Family of Time

a free verse poem

by Qainat


Seconds pass quickly.

Long, slender arms reach out

To grab whatever lies in their path,

Continuously moving forward

And never stopping.




Minutes pass quickly.

Lengthy, strong arms reach out

To aid their brother,

Skipping and tripping

Yet forever moving forward.



Hours pass quickly.

Short, stout hands reach out

After their brothers,

Chasing those that can never be caught.

Tiny footprints leave their marks just a few ways behind.


The clock rewinds,

The cycle renews,

The sand marks left stranded vanish

Before appearing again.

The family suns with each other once more.




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