Time slipped through her fingers.
Youthful memories unraveled,
shifting from one era to the next.
The tighter she clung.
The faster they slipped away.
Until all that remained was today.
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Narrative: I am a little late on this one. Found this neat little poetry form over on With Real Toad’s blog. This was supposed to be the prompt for the weekend, but it is my Tuesday post. Please go check out some of the other poems from this Cherita Challenge.
Cherita: is a six-line poem in three stanzas. First stanza is one line, second stanza two lines, third stanza three lines. Line length is up to you. The idea is to write a short story in six lines.