When My Joy-cup Was Full

…and so you slip from me

Over an ethereal brink

I place your memory

In thoughts of stilted ink

The hour where we laughed

And held each others smile

Has hastened down a misty path

Where echoes tune its mile

The folds of history

Shimmer with smiles and tears

Preserved where none can see

The aftermath of years

Yet, as I sense the power

Of Time’s keen moment-pull

I thank God for the hour

When my joy-cup was full

© Janet Martin

Today was a great day of family as my mom and her daughters (us sisters) enjoyed a day of being 'tourists' in our local town of St. Jacobs, Ontario, Canada. The above pictures are glimpses of this town as it 'used to be'. An artist is 'rebuilding the town' .