Vivid Memories
That first romantic kiss.
Nights in the wilderness
sitting by a warm campfire.
A mother’s smile, a daughter’s laugh,
the soft whispering voice of a lover.
Our child’s birth, your son’s success.
The smell of a grandmother’s hug.
That first buzz, never found again.
The gift of a young pet. The sadness
and loneliness of a beloved’s death.
Muffled lonely sounds
on cold snowy nights. My first bike.
A thing well done. Disappointment
overcome and rewarded. A road
less travelled. A baby’s accidental
soft touch. Moments in a lifetime.
Look both ways,
to the future for the young,
to the past for the old.
Mind the gaps but live in today with hope and happiness.
Our Literary Journey 
Muffled lonely sounds remind me of night itself. That’s when the little sounds seem to look the largest, and the sounds we thought we knew turn out to be entirely different in origin …
— Catxman
http://www.catxman.wordpress.com
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Beautiful poem, Bill. A reminder to cherish the small moments.
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Thank you, Sue.
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Special moments, however fleeting, are forever held dear. Charming, Bill.
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Those little things are the most vivid in our memories. Delightful.
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