Sometimes life goes thundering
past at a blinding speed, losing
all concept of time. The tasks and
chores that fill our lives seem an
unending litany of busyness.
Missing the sweetness that a
moment allows, the day rushes
by in breaths and sighs. Stop,
step back, open your eyes. Wrap
yourself in the wonder of now,
for in a moment it will be gone.
vanished with a whisper, like the
morning mist evaporating in the
warmth of the newly risen sun.
Hold on to each instant and allow
it to fill you with the beauty that is
before you. We are only here for
an instant, then we fade along
with lost memories hidden among
the cobwebs of space and time.
About the contributor: Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review etc.