A Year of Poems – Day 79

Precious time.
Precious as the ragged fur of a stuffed bear.
Precious as the bent spine of an old learned friend.
Precious as the grass path to a family grave.
Precious as a band of gold.
Precious as hands wrapped around one thumb.
Precious as each present passing memory.
Precious time.

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