The years are picking up speed
like a train barreling downhill.
Breathtaking vistas disappear
before I can exhale.
Am I missing treasured moments?
I try to capture them.
Store them away in albums
where they cannot escape.
But perhaps it is better
just to ride the train
and stay awake.
2 comments:
This is beautiful. Some days I feel that way. Am I enjoying this moment as much as possible? Will I remember this someday when it's long gone?
I love your poem.
I know that Dad was always the one to comment on your blogs . . . you have such a gift for writing . . . Jen, you have captured in just a few beautiful words such a profound reality. Keep your eyes wide open soaking it all in and thank God for each moment. I love you! Mom
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