Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

Thanks to for inspiring this poem.

BREATH

I hold my breath

at our boys at play

not noticing

that I am watching

I hold my breath

looking into your eyes

washed over

by all this love

I hold my breath

following a bird's flight

rising high above

becoming a dot

I hold my breath

smelling freshly cut grass

remembering

childhood dreams

I hold my breath

at the blowing wind

playing with leaves

on our trees

I hold my breath

to achieve a stillness

to center myself

on importance

I hold my breath

just to calm down

my running

through life

I hold my breath

almost every day

just to savour

my happiness

(c) Mindful Mimi - September 2008