to hold our children close,
to feel their small arms anchor us,
to let their laughter linger
in the quiet spaces of our day.
We don’t have time
for friends who need a moment of us—
a listening ear,
a steady presence,
a simple “I’m here.”
We don’t have time
for our elders,
their gentle stories,
their slow steps,
their memories offered like soft lanterns
guiding us home.
YET
We have time
to check our emails every hour,
to chase notifications
as if they were lifelines.
We have time
to scroll through Facebook,
to drift through TikTok’s endless stream,
to lose ourselves
in moments that were never ours.
We have time
to prepare work
in the middle of family time,
to give our best energy
to things that cannot love us back.
And so I ask, quietly—
do you have time?
