And those who live each moment

Tiny little moments,

Precious and dear,

To the ones,

Who live each moment,

Like it's their last.

That sweet smile,

On the lips,

Of our dear ones,

Gives us pride and joy,

Which is everlasting.

Those fragrant smell,

Of colorful flowers,

In my mom's eternal garden,

Makes her beaming,

With pride.

That great happiness,

Shining in blind man's eyes,

When he sees,

The world for the first time

Is very childlike and ecstatic.

Life is like,

Box of surprises,

Filled with little sweet,

And little bitter times.

Take each bite,

Savor it like a blind man,

Feel pride like my mom,

And those who live each moment ,

like it's their last.