Their free spirit
Runs faster than
Any light travels
A camera flash
And they’re gone
Leaving you with
Only a fuzzy
Picture of their
Smile and a
Poorly detailed memory
They live life
As high as
The moon hangs
And as free
As birds fly
I wouldn’t change
What we have
The beauty of
Loving them is
Knowing it’s finite
SWD 06/2019
Beautifully written! God bless you. 🙂 smile!
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