Stolen moments

Stolen moments out of time Are all I have that is mine to rhyme I know it does not seem like much However, to me it is like a healing touch My writings are not read at home Therefore, I post them on the net to roam Out there, I know they will be seen Of all the comments, only a few are mean I have learned to take the good with the bad Now when I see a negative reply, I do not get mad I hope each writing reaches at least one person in a special way To help them through a situation or just to brighten their day Some times getting through daily life can seem quite hard When it is, reading a poem can be like getting a greeting card It may be custom tailored to ease that certain need Or to remind us that as humans, when hurt, we all bleed Try harder to be more tolerant and caring for others Remember under God, we are all sisters and brothers THE VOICE Written February 15th, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 02:33 PM PST   18 • 10 • 1