One moment in time.

Today I stopped time,
and paused it for a moment,
as I watched my youngest child
walk up the aisle,
with the eldest of our clan.
My Mum.

It was her confirmation,
and regardless of my beliefs,
my daughters special day.
As she neared the altar,
my mum placed a hand on her right shoulder,
As I pressed pause.

I gazed upon that moment in isolation.
Invisible bonds tied these two,
never allowing time and distance come between them.
I watched through a mist of tears,
age and wisdom,
guide youth and innocence.

And so the moment ended
and they parted,
each to their own seat.
The camera within me rolled once more,
capturing many more moments,
but none quite like that credit: JonathanCohen via photopin cc

Later I replayed it for my mum,
who smiled and encouraged me
to look a little deeper,
to see
what I was missing,
in that magic moment.

As we replayed it together,
I watched, as mum
gently placed her hand
upon her grandchild’s right shoulder.

“There, she said, can’t you see…
Your dad’s hand is on her left”.

photo credit: JonathanCohen via photopin cc

37 thoughts on “One moment in time.

    1. Thanks a mil. Lovely to know you enjoyed it. My dad died over 25 years ago. It was lovely to think of him, walking with mum and standing by his youngest grandchild’s side yesterday.

  1. You did it again! Got me to crying!! You out did yourself with this one. I can see your dad there with them also.
    I’m glad I’m not the only one to take mental photographs and freeze time. I have often made a conscious thought to take a “picture”.

    1. When a friend of mine was dying at 39 of cancer we used to ‘take’ magic moment photos, and I’ve been doing so ever since. I thought of her as I witnessed this one.
      I think when we realise how precious life is we do it.
      Glad you liked it, despite your tears. 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
    When I became a grandparent, one of the unexpected sensations was of immortality. On one level, I had done my genetic part, seen another rung added to a physical ladder reaching back to the primordial soup. Yet, the experience transcended the mere satisfaction of a biological instinct. My grandchild would carry with him a legacy of love.

    I believe love is tangible, an existent creation that changes the chemistry and energy of the world. It extends not only beyond the conscious moment, but through lifetimes, as real as DNA. For me, my grandchild is a bridge to the future, my connection to all that will occur beyond my window of time. I have the sense that generations of love will journey with him, just as they accompany me.

    This beautiful piece by Tric made me think about the immortality of love. I’m happy to share it with you.

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