Moments, thoughts, memories
That is how it is measured.
Hours, minutes, seconds
That is when it is treasured.
The golden crowning of new born hair
Nine months long awaited.
The elation when baby first cries
To parent's hearts blissfully sated.
At his child's bedside, vigilantly he sits
Praying, death to defy.
At her birth a dear mother was taken
Ashen fingers relax at her final sigh.
Redeemed love, staring; lost in her eyes
Wound healer, taker of grief.
Who is this proclaiming his love?
Memory stealer, oh what a thief!
Moments, thoughts, memories
That is how it is cured.
Years, months, days
That is when it is endured.
Written by Kat WK
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Moments, thoughts, memories
That is how it is measured.
Hours, minutes, seconds
That is when it is treasured.
The golden crowning of new born hair
Nine months long awaited.
The elation when baby first cries
To parent's hearts blissfully sated.
At his child's bedside, vigilantly he sits
Praying, death to defy.
At her birth a dear mother was taken
Ashen fingers relax at her final sigh.
Redeemed love, staring; lost in her eyes
Wound healer, taker of grief.
Who is this proclaiming his love?
Memory stealer, oh what a thief!
Moments, thoughts, memories
That is how it is cured.
Years, months, days
That is when it is endured.
Written by Kat WK
