SAVINGS (Postcard Poetry) August 12, 2014September 21, 2015 ~ donnadakota Each morning I set off, terrified the moment will drop out of my pocket, fall to the ground unnoticed, be picked up by someone else. There are only so many moments gifted in one lifetime. I can’t afford to treat them like loose pocket change. Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related