Moments

The blur of these unmemorable moments,

The movement of tiny hands around these clocks,

The gradual growth of nature’s landscape,

The barely noticeable aging in you, in us,

The precious memories I fail to realize I’ve made,

All  still leave me exhausted, worried, and hopeful for the next day.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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