Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Slipping Through Our Fingers...





We cannot hold for long
An hour,
A flower,
A child upon the knee
Summer of sun-gold moment-song
A midnight melody
But, as they trickle through our touch
Ephemeral breath-bliss
We come to realize that such
Is life; its whisper-kiss
A brief, beautiful holding
Of bests that life imparts
Slipping through our fingers
To that place within our hearts

© Janet Martin

3 comments:

  1. Totally agree, we come in this world and get emotionally attached to our near and dear ones and the parting is really difficult but we have to let go off.

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  2. V~, Hi, yes, yet if we knew everything lasted forever then nothing would be quite as dear! Its the imminence of parting that makes its so precious.

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  3. I love the way this poem flows. So suited to the message.

    Well done!

    =)

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