Precious time

Precious Time

i spent an hour with my oldest daughter

nearly 12

she came into my room and let me hold her in my arms

like she used to do when she was little

i stroked her copper hair while we talked about books

and boys

who are more funny than girls

and easier to talk to

though immature

and continued ‘the talk’

we always have

in hushed tones

about sex

especially since school had ‘the talk’ too

about the capriciousness of young love


and teen pregnancy

but not forgetting the wonders of intimate relationship

in due time

and this time she wasn’t saying



About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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2 Responses to Precious time

  1. Erik Andrulis says:

    Heartfelt. Peace, Ik

    • Casey says:

      Thank you, Ik

      My younger two daughters take up so much of my time that my oldest doesn’t get that much in arms time anymore. And she’s growing up so big! I remember when she was just an infant. It was just like yesterday…


      Warm Regards,


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