Poems about the family, for the family. You’ll want to share this one with others. Moments — little blocks of time, removed from the whole of life and kept apart to cherish. Sometimes it seems the still moments are also the sober ones, near to tears …and perhaps it is so. I seldom take the time to write in the midst of a flurry of activity, bubbling over with happiness. The still moments are also an exposure of one’s vulnerableness. They are not shared easily. Each of us, as we glimpse that occasional letting down” of defenses in those around us, should walk carefully, being aware of the fragility of thoughts.