Days are full of moments – the good, the bad, and the ugly, as the saying goes.
My mind drifted to descriptions of some of those times and here is the product. A poem to share today.
This is a poem from christyb…
Some moments shatter like glass,
Jagged edges that slice through smiles,
Scarring my eyes
Some moments crumble like newspaper,
A front page headline two days too late,
No longer relevant –
Except if you were there
At that time.
Other moments dance around me,
Telling me to chase the butterflies
For they are free (and so are we)
As we waltz with words
Moments on top of moments
And so we layer them like blankets
And huddle close for warmth and safety.
©2012 Christy Birmingham