I Felt it’s Beauty


I held on

It slipped at first

But I held it

Until it slipped some more

I grabbed it hand over hand

As if a tug of war

But it was a fish

Wet and slimy

I dug my nails in

They drew blood

But I held

When it bit back I withdrew

As I released it smoothly glided through my hands

I felt it’s beauty

I saw it’s sparkle

Even as it’s gone

I see it’s shine

It’s dim but it’s there

*photo courtesy of my my talented daughter

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