Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Best that We Can Hope For...





Since you must depart
I will let you go
I keep within my heart
Love’s very best, you know
For time can never steal
The pictures that I see
A cherished phantom reel
Of precious memory

Then, when the night wind howls
Spurring the embers glow
When winter’s heaving jowls
Spew blasts of ice and snow
There by the fire’s verve
I’ll re-play tenderly
The moments I preserve
In precious memory

We cannot force the hand
From which life’s moments spill
Soon autumn’s sanguine land
Succumbs to winter’s chill
Soon babies learn to crawl
Soon they are twenty-three
The best that we can hope for
Is a precious memory

© Janet Martin


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