for we are slowly running out of time

it’s harvest season once again
so we spend the day together
and while we help store the corn in cribs
we are all recalling the good old days
when grandma could walk without crutches,
grandpa could gather all the corn alone,
when i was just a toddler playing
with the grains without knowing
that these memories will be
for me the most dear;
so here we are today
all together in the yard
we are all nostalgic
and a little in pain
for we are slowly running out of time…