Tin Whistle

A poem.

LetAshesLay
3 min readJul 17, 2021

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An antique sun dial.
Photo by yue su on Unsplash

Tin Whistle

Time tics by; deafening her senses;

tempus fugit.

Thoughts fly by too fast;

“please, slow down.”

If nothing more than for the sake of efforts in sanity;

to pace the self.

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LetAshesLay

Writer. Poet. Holding onto Hope. I still Grieve the Loss of my Angel Babies. My writing reflects this, and other Trauma’s. I have a teenage son, and 2 cats!