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What really matters
by Shannon McEwenOstensibly insignificant little pockets
Filled with seconds minutes or hours
Stretched in between vast valleys with
No lasting impression except that small thread
Of unrelated events, unimpressive moments
That keeps sanity at bay and existence in dreams
A sleeping toddler, blankets scattered
Pink cheeks and innocence
Crayons left forgotten
A hug from the man who still lives in my dreams
But in flesh and blood
Takes a moment to understand
Or a stolen moment to just sit with a friend
And do sweet, sweet, and guilt free nothing
Moments that would be meaningless
Except that they breathe life
Into a tired soul
11/13/2011 Posted on 11/14/2011
Copyright © 2026 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 11/14/11 at 02:13 PM I think I need to tack this poem up in the back of my psyche, Shannon. Thank you. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/14/11 at 09:05 PM It is those times of rare concern between one person and another that make us human. |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/06/11 at 06:52 PM I started to quote my favourite lines and realised I would just end up quoting the whole thing. A truly delicious read! |
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