Only Time Will Tell Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

As I packed up the last of what is left,
Of the contents of what,
Was our house and home,
I stopped and think,
Of the memories to be kept,
As we now go our separate ways,

From what was happy,
And we called home back then,
To now the parting,
And deciding what's your or mine,
With parting battles,
Over what's yours and what's mine,

What we could not agree upon,
We gave to our children,
To put them in their own place,
Their place of dwelling,
Now, to them their new home,

For what we took for granted our bits and bobs,
They had a place not just in our home,
But in the memories of us both,
Yet,
As the years go by,
Only time did tell,

Time did tell as time went on,
For the 80's and 90's,
When our children were quite young,
Time did tell,
Our mementos told them a lot about us,
Even answering some of their questions,
Why they like an old song,
When,
That was a favourite of mine or yours,
That we played a lot back then,

For in time we did heal,
And civil we are now,
For time heals a lot,
When now we speak of each other,
We are curt and polite,
As time heals all wounds,

Only time will tell?
It has on us,
From memories of what we fussed and fought over,
These memories now,
Are a conversation piece about us,
And what we were like back then,

Time did tell,
It told on us all,
Photos, music, and mementos from then,
Tells a story of us back then,
For time will tell,
As it always does,
Tell in time.