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Oct 1
Moments —
so many of them,
yet we all forget,
like sand —
through our fingers
lost in the busyness
of the world.

the laughter,
the sorrow,
birthday parties
presents,
that sparked your curiosity
in so many things
dancing, singing in unity —

your eyes
full of tears of joy,
you weren't afraid,
to cry back then
Now the singing feels distant,
the voices fuzzy,
and dancing feels stiff.

family gatherings,
the jokes that
were said —
at the dinner table
a quite showing of love

special moments
with your brothers and sisters —
the fights over
your favorite toys
the little sibling insults
that hurt back then
but would make you laugh now

we treat so many moments
as if they’re nothing special.
we burn them,
let ourselves forget,
left searching
for all the soft,
heart-warming
memories of youth.

and all you’re left with
are the memories —
the moments..

you chose to remember.
This is a part 2 of my poem "moments" 💗
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