POEMS ESPECIALLY FOR GRANDCHILDREN-No. 3 PAINTING OF THE PLACITA

PAINTING OF THE PLACITA

(April 15, 2013)

It is a moment that passes by,

We can’t hold onto it, as much as we try.

The stillness calls us to some greater task,

“The purpose of it all”, being what we ask.

Time is a mere sensation;

Our unique thoughts a whole creation.

Many cars pass by with a rumble;

People in the park chat and mumble.

Shoppers wander about; the trees continue to grow.

A happy dog chases a stick some kids throw.

This fleeting scene passes by.

No one even notices how fast the times fly.

                                      By: Karla