Grasping A Moment

I cannot grasp my moment.
They all go by so quickly
Look at an old photograph;
start with laugh, end with weeping.
That moment passed
by, new one popped up.

Hold on to a moment, for
then it it is gone, and will you

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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