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I celebrate this moment
Of health, love, new loving:
My sons strong and caring,
My precious girls so thriving.
All right with my world.
To keep this golden moment
I’d pin it on my collar
Like a moth in amber,
Or a locket with a photo,
Amulets to ward off time.
But to hold this golden moment
I'll write of it instead
And hold it close,
Still faintly burnished
Like a precious star.
This fading, golden moment
Fleeting even now,
Evanescent, glimmering,
Yet swiftly dimming
Under clouds that gather.
I’ll go on to other moments
Filled with fear and longing,
Darkness, pain, or emptiness,
Unknowns that haunt,
That taunt with loss inevitable.
But I had this one fine moment
Placed in these words,
Retained through tomorrows,
Returned to some day
When I’ll need to remember.


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Comments
Poetry, Lea? Wonderful, wonderful.
~R
xoxox
When our grandson goes home on Sundays, Rich always tells him that's he's going to put him in his pocket, so that he can spend the week with him.
Seriously...I liked that this approached an idea that's talked about a lot (and which most of us strive for) in a fresh way. Your images made it come alive rather than being a platitude.