The Things That We Value

The things that we value are lost in time and only preserved in one's memory. It's useless to try to capture in rhyme as all else is changing ceremony. I remember what it once meant to meet or welcome a loved one at the airport. Time spent waiting for a daughter was sweet. Moments of recognition at the port door was worth all the traffic to get there. In this world terror and security are acceptable so we must beware and lose all the small forms of dignity we valued a moment ago. Truth is not war's casualty, humanity is.