What's Easiest In Coming Is Never Appreciated Poem by Patti Masterman

What's easiest in coming is never as appreciated
As that over which we must expend ourselves in agonies,
Give birth to, by fully stretching open our being.

What's easiest to lose is never forgotten again;
We had it once, in the sweaty, half-closing palm of our hand
Studying it for long seconds, contemplating it's beauty there,
Imagining it to be ours alone, forever;
But something turned our head for a moment, a second
And at that instant, it flew.