Every second of now
Shall slip through my fingers

The now
When I ran to your front door
And you kissed me on the forehead

The now
When I’d sit on your lap
And pull the hairs from your knuckles
(I was such a mischievous lad)
A relentless hair-tugger
Met with an “ah! You little bugger!”

The now
When I’d take that pruned hand
And walk...