life is a snapshot
a fleeting frame in time
the smile you forget to capture
the hand you never quite reach for
the light that disappears
just as you turn away
each moment hangs in the air
like a delicate photograph
some are vivid
bright with laughter
others quiet and shadowed
yet all are part of the same image
frozen in memory
a collection of moments
that we carry with us
imperfect but whole
and in the end
it’s not the moments we missed
but the ones we cherish
that define the picture of our lives
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Such a beautiful poem, My Dear! Bellissimo, CC, Bellissim!!
Especially, loved your ending lines:
“frozen in memory
a collection of moments
that we carry with us
imperfect but whole
and in the end
it’s not the moments we missed
but the ones we cherish
that define the picture of our lives”
😊😁💖💕🌹
Ahhh so glad you liked it!
Absolutely!!! 😊😁💕🌹
lovely. Stunning.
Thank you ❤️