Monday, July 7, 2008

Poem: At 52

At 52

At this point in your life, you know the truth,
that each kiss is holy,
each touch precious,
and each moment may be your last.

Colors are brighter.
Music is more melodious.
And the tender moments of quiet,
more true.


The picture was taken last week, at a birthday party for my neighbor's one year old son. That's him, with his father. You can click on the picture for a larger view.


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