Coin Of The Realm
Author: Shiloh


There are some things in life
that are extremely valuable,
and very precious to us,
even though we may not realize it
at the very moment they happen.

These are but moments,
and they are as fleeting
as the whispers of the beating
of the wings of butterflies'.
That soft, and that quickly gone.

It might be the too-quick beauty of a sunset,
the soft cooing of a baby as it sleeps,
the smile of a child,
the serenity of a kitten at rest.
For the most part, these are things we take for granted,
without putting much thought into their happening.

Sometimes we are gifted
with a very special moment,
and I have had such a thing happen
just recently.
To most, it would not be anything of much merit,
but to me, it is both happiness
and humbling,
and I am appreciative of the value of it.

I have refound (can that be a word, really?)
an old friend.
That is something special to me.
Special doesn't happen very often any more.
That makes it all the more special.



Comments on this poem/writing:

Pondering Red ( -- Tuesday, December 31 2013, 05:29 pm

i am liking this...

a beautiful poem - like your descriptions of fleeting everyday special moments of beauty -
a captivating writing - thank you
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