A minute is neither enough time, nor enough memory, to hold something in your emotions. 

Leaning on intelligence, I decided  no memory could be sweeter than today, when my sister took time to hand me the only thing living I held in my hands. 

While my love seized like a bright light on this fine moment, with more welcoming vision than I have felt, with an animal in making me quietly want to never let go…

I’ll love the memory that was made in minutes.