Memory

Every moment. Here. Gone.

Days. Years. Strong and enduring.

Yet impossible to hold onto.

Like trying to capture a sunbeam

or dandelion fluff.

Moments pass through our fingertips.

Figments for the future to discover.

To build on.

To make their own.

To rewrite.

As I turn to dust and into dandelions

and sunbeams.

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Kat Stroppel

PNW mom and comms pro ... ditching perfection, celebrating life, finding joy in the journey and reminding myself daily to let it be.

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