De tijd vliegt

Vanochtend gaat Maartje (13) met een vriendinnetje met de trein naar Winterswijk. Enigszins verbluft krab ik me achter het oor, en vraag me af wanneer ze zo groot is geworden.

Trots kijk ik haar na, als ze het huis uitloopt.
Maartje gaat haar eigen weg.

Maar een half uur later belt ze me even om te vertellen dat ze veilig is aangekomen.

Ook al moet ik haar telkens een beetje meer loslaten, zij blijft mij gelukkig vasthouden!

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Abba

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just dont know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

(Abba)