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