I do this in saying good-bye to November, and almost another year.
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living,
Happy songs from the laughter of children at play;
Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows,
Making mem'ries of what was today.

(me with one of our many puppies)
Chorus:
We have this moment
to hold in our hands and to touch
as it slips through our fingers like sand;
Yesterday's gone
and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment today.

Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling,
For Daddy to hear just what she has to say;
And my little son running there by the hillside,
May never be quite like today.

Tender words, gentle touch and a good cup of coffee,
And someone who loves me and wants me to stay;
Hold them near while they're here and don't wait for tomorrow,
To look back and wish for today.

(my brother Ben and me)To look back and wish for today.

Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest,
And the gold and the brown of the freshly mown hay;
Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn,
And weave you a lovely today.
*Gaithers*

(my three children - Dylan, Christine and Samantha)
Time is slipping through my finger like sand!
Dad and I are in tears! :~
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