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


  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.

  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.

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

    Well done!



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