Thursday, June 28, 2012


It is not a swift wrenching from my grasp
Or my chest
As you steal my heart
It is a patient sort of tender anguish
Sweet and slow,
It is rendered in sudden
Intake of breath
A smile
A tear
A sigh
It trembles beneath me
Deep in the earth
As I look into your eyes
For I know full well
That parting lurks
Somewhere, in quiet wait
I hear it in the creaking
Of the rusty garden gate
And how your step
Falls heavier
Than when you were a lad
It makes me fully happy
And oh,
So fully sad
To know that you are stealing
With my blessing
Part by part
The deep
Innermost lining
Of your

© Janet Martin 

We attended our son's grade Eight graduation ceremony today.
What a great bunch of kids. 
What a beautiful age...


  1. Wow!!How can it be??? He is a handsome young man...Congrats,I'm sure it went well,aren't you glad they don't take our hearts all at once but layer by layer..:)

  2. What an amazing young man. And Valedictorian to boot! I was proud for you! And so thrilled to realize that he and Connor are best buddies.
    This was such a beautiful tribute to Matthew and such emotion in every line. Brought back memories! :)


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