Dash

Dash

Treasured moments often dash on by

As if on the wings of a butterfly

Into memory they are quickly stored

Those moments treasured and adored

Lovingly recalled later in great detail

Now relegated to stories and tales

A newborn’s first gentle sigh

Bringing a tear of joy to ones eye

A first step wobbly and uneven

Such a joyous achievement

Anticipation of love’s first kiss

Never forgotten that hint of bliss

The day you buy your first home

Through which you freely roam

Many moments could fill a book

Never shall they be overlooked

So although time dashes by

It will be remembered if with a sigh