The Moment

I wrote a poem several years ago called “The Moment”.

I grew up as a worry wort. I revisit those feelings often. I take the energy of so much around me that I suffer from panic attacks at times.

Awhile back I had a lot on my mind. Frustrations, but then again ideas, ideas, ideas. I had a hard time calming myself to sleep. I thought “what will calm me?”

Then I remembered yet again, that as a young child I found calm and comfort in my Dad’s heartbeat. I would curl up next to him as he read a book or newspaper. He would let me settle in and I took full advantage of listening to his strong, peaceful, yet booming heartbeat.

I placed my hands over my heart and I tapped, and tapped until I found the sound of his heartbeat. I kept it going for several minutes and then suddenly burst into tears. I so missed him and needed him but he was already there.

We all need moments to find that release that comes in a momentous cryfest. Boy did I have mine, and it was much needed. I felt cleansed of all the toxins that have been building up.

Here is my poem. And all you parents out there, let your children snuggle in for the spiritual feed from your heartbeats.
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The Moment

Does he offer?
Do I ask?
Affection’s feed
Becomes the task.
I nestle to
His blanketed side,
Hearing life’s heartbeat,
His every sigh.
The book he reads,
Lay upon his lap
No longer read,
Awakened nap?
His little girl
Wish again it’d be
That moment
From eternity