Times are changing,
the earth keeps rotating,
seasons arrive and depart…
Change is always hard on my heart.
No shadow now joined to my hip.
Gradual independence.
Children grow up and detach.
How can we know which kiss may be the last?
Years unravelled from finite twine;
at the end, the kites will fly.
If Father Time were to grant my wish,
which moments would I revisit?
The sands keep slipping;
no way to flip it.
How should I spend this day?
What memories can I make
to leave my family as legacy
to have, to hold, to keep
as the distance continues to grow
and life leads us down different roads?
Tomorrow is never promised,
another sunset never guaranteed.
Priorities must be organized
so nothing overshadows the people.
This moment may be all we have,
so when I reach for your hand,
let me draw you nearer.
Come sit for a while and talk with me, dear.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
So so lovely!!
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Oh, and I love the swing photo!!
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❤
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Which moments, indeed. Time is fleeting, too many memories to choose, to carry…but that is the task. I’ve enjoyed your poem Laura, sharing your bench for this time & wish you a wonderful week ahead 😊🌹
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Awww, you are so sweet, Phil; I love that you shared my bench for a time. Thank you again: your words were a lovely start AND end to my day. 😊
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I already mentioned how much I enjoyed your words (and altered image) in your “Stepping Back” post; of course I am enjoying your photography and designs, but I was looking around for more of your words too!… 👀 I think I’ve only just discovered you, so I’ll keep rummaging around your place. 🙂
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