Moments

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by Karen DeMers Dowdall

The moments pass,

One by one,

From dawn to dusk,

Bursting into life,

Light as air,

 

We sense their passing,

Like a shooting star,

A moment,

Across the sky,

 

Let us give,

To the moments,

What they deserve,

For theirs,

Is the strength of time,

 

For a moment in time,

Is a treasure,

Worth more,

Than the passing of a year,

 

I ask you then,

For precious moments,

We keep,

And care not,

For the dwindling years.

 

By K. D. Dowdall

 

 

 

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Karen DeMers Dowdall

Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio.

23 thoughts on “Moments”

    1. Jennie, I am so honored by your comment and it was difficult to write this, because I know the truth of it, for me anyway. A life well lived has many precious moments and I have no doubt, you have so many precious moments. I feel gifted with your friendship, Jennie, and I thank so much. This poem is not a grand poem, it is simple, personal, but a feeling, I suppose, that many of us share when looking back over our lives. Karen 🙂

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  7. Hi Robbie, yes, the last stanza is sad, in a way, but true. I was thinking about the moments of our lives as we age, and what we remember. Sometimes, it is the ordinary days and other times it is true love and lost. Other times, it may be the most beautiful day – a birth of child, a marriage, even a death where all has been forgiven. Saying goodbye is the most difficult moment, but it has great beauty too. A life well lived as many beautiful moments. Poetry is about days and nights and memories. Thank you, Robbie, for your lovely comment. Karen 🙂

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