Pieces"

Isn't that what all of life is anyway?
Shards. Bits. Moments.
Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough?
Pieces.
Allys saying "I like you"
Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh.
And Ethan reminding me how much I do know.
Pieces.
I hold them likethey are life itself.
They nearly are.

Autore: Mary E. Pearson