I’ve become more aware lately
Of the preciousness
Of time
The way my little brother smiles when I walk in the door
The wasp that kept circling around my Grandma and I today,
When we were sitting outside eating lunch.
The way the streetlight looked through the trees
My silhouette on the pavement,
Reminding me
How much I’ve been wounded and yet
I’m still here.
The little girl that stood in the middle of a puddle,
Stomping and laughing
In her pink rainboots.
“Gotta have fun on a rainy day somehow!” Her mother said to me
As I stood there smiling,
Noticing the beauty
In the simplicity of that moment.
Time is precious and life
Is a gift
And it’s completely irrelevant
If anyone would disagree.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
I’ve become more aware lately
Of the preciousness
Of time
The way my little brother smiles when I walk in the door
The wasp that kept circling around my Grandma and I today,
When we were sitting outside eating lunch.
The way the streetlight looked through the trees
My silhouette on the pavement,
Reminding me
How much I’ve been wounded and yet
I’m still here.
The little girl that stood in the middle of a puddle,
Stomping and laughing
In her pink rainboots.
“Gotta have fun on a rainy day somehow!” Her mother said to me
As I stood there smiling,
Noticing the beauty
In the simplicity of that moment.
Time is precious and life
Is a gift
And it’s completely irrelevant
If anyone would disagree.
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