Posted in Poetry

The Gift

There are days to be carried

And some to pull

Moments of fear

And blessings untold…

And there is love

Anger or hate

And always the moment

Before it’s almost too late…

It’s in these moments

We can find the greatest gift

A grave to be dug

Or a much needed lift…

To have the time

To live what is learned

Is a gift to some

And to others we yearn…

Life so complex

But handle with care-

For it only takes a moment

To no longer be there.

Thank God we are still here

Hopeful for many more-

To be thankful for the day

When it was wasted before.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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