Moments... All of which our lives consist Snapshot magic moments A child is born, thrashing madly Against the injustice, torn away From safety of his mother's womb Takes those furtive first steps, falls Gets up to walk, run, dance Through life, always away and toward The unknown Moments... Lovers kiss and touch with mad pleasure Passion and insanity entwine deliciously And peace is momentary, sleep fragmentary In their private world of bliss Moments... Pride in knowing their children's pleasure Christmas presents, graduation Weddings, birthdays, bar mitzvahs, communions Every moment sealed in gossamer... Fleeing madly away on the wings of time Incremental fragile moments... Then an old man and woman Walking, waltzing, never running now Away and toward the Unknown... Slowing down as time speeds up Away from here, gone from now Wishing to call back every memory's moments Life is moments...all so quickly passed away... Ah, but such moments! by Dona Pearson 5/7/2000 Poetry