You'll miss them someday,

the gentle moment of holding that little girl
in your arms,
that moment of standing in the new light
of a forgiving morning,
the surge of strength you have to lift
those heavy branches,
or that tidal wave of ecstasy
in a shaded place
with the one whose love
keeps you whole.
They will pass through your fingers
faster than the time between vivid dawn
and looming darkness, never to
return to your hand again.
Never let the mundane world
sell you the lie
that they are too commonplace
to be worthy of your
surrender.