M is for Moments



Moments are sun patterns through the trees
Moments are butterflies on the breeze,
Moments are music that touches the soul
Moments are friendships that make you feel whole,
Moments are snowflakes swirling above
Moments are heartbreak followed by love,
Moments are your children, small then grown
Moments are times when you’re all alone,
Moments are the minutes that become hours
Moments are the buds that grow into flowers,
Moments are fleeting and gone so fast
Try to enjoy them while they last.

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  1. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 15, 2013 at 6:30 AM

    I love this! So true.

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  2. Corinne RodriguesApril 15, 2013 at 7:42 AM

    Moments that are buds that grow into flowers.......How precious those lines are, Cat. Thank you.

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  3. ChocolattezApril 15, 2013 at 7:58 AM

    wonderful Cathy!! your poetry is beautiful..

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  4. Julie FlandersApril 15, 2013 at 11:17 AM

    What a beautiful poem. I'm stopping by from the A-Z and so glad to meet you. Enjoyed looking through your posts!

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 4:00 AM

      Thanks so much for stopping by, Julie. Much appreciated. I must check out your blog, too.

      Cattitude and Gratitude

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  5. Paula MartinApril 15, 2013 at 12:18 PM

    Love this!

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  6. Catch My WordsApril 15, 2013 at 6:54 PM

    Wonderful poem. I enjoyed the moment I spent reading it.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 3:59 AM

      Thanks for taking a moment to read my poem, Joyce!

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  7. Mary PurpariApril 15, 2013 at 9:39 PM

    Well said!

    http://marypurpari.blogspot.com

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 3:59 AM

      Thanks for stopping by, Mary. Just visited your blog and enjoyed my museum visit.

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  8. Amy MorganApril 16, 2013 at 3:51 AM

    Wonderful reminder to be present and enjoy the small things. Delightful!

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  9. stevebethereApril 16, 2013 at 5:43 AM

    Aww! that was lovely

    Have a fantabulosa week :-)

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