Pink Slippered Angel Poem by karen sinclair

Sometimes the moments that jar us, scar us with a positive blemish, ephemeral, too soon gone without trace, where we too busy and hardened, so easily that glimpse of beauty replace, with life's dull and grinding haste, but here you have saved just one precious and fleeting moment that says, this all, is not just a bearable waste.

Absolutely lovely sentiment Karen, quite beautiful.