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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
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Time of Life
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
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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