Precious Moments
From our first breath, we cry
Alerting others to new life.
Time passes and growth occurs.
With growth comes change, but
Change has many meanings;
Each one different person to person.
Memories are created regardless if
Happiness or sadness is what created
Them; they are precious moments
That sprout a new bud yet to bloom
In the sunlight of a new day.
Days pass and each have precious
Moments for they remain until we
Take our last breath to be replaced
By another new life yet to sprout
and bloom.
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2021
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