Something which from a distance appears to be a blessing

may easily turn out to be a curse.  The reverse is also true.

Sometimes they go unrecognised.  Sometimes they are

invisible.  The good fairy isn’t always good, or competent.

Sometimes walls crack and dandelions grow in the spaces

that are left.  Bread runs out and isn’t often replaced by cake.

Daylight hours are not enough.  One day you’ll hold my

hand and wonder how it got to be so old.  Time is both

a curse and a blessing.  So is love.