One Simple Twilight
Do we truly ever notice them?
Those rare and perfect moments?
Did we pay enough attention?
To keep them safely, guarded, and safely tucked away?
It was summertime, at the end of an ordinary day
We were sitting on our front porch steps
Our children were playing in the yard
The air was warm, the grass was green and fragrant
The sun had disappeared over the trees, and the nearest hill
The sky shone with hues of purple, pink and orange
You pointed as a first star appeared
Then reached for my hand,
caressing it with the roughness of your thumb
We never thought to get a camera
Or to write about this particular moment in a journal
We never mentioned it the next day....or the day after that....
Perhaps something we should have done
Just so that we would never forget
such a perfect twilight....
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