Friday, August 16, 2013

Of Holding and Its Molding

We are born for holding,
Holding children as they grow
Holding families or flowers
But in it I’ve come to know
Sweet love’s holding is the molding
For its flip-side…letting go

We are born for holding
Holding moments, memories
But within the touching pleasure
Of love’s present melodies
Comes the flip-side of its measure
Letting go’s sweet agonies

We are born for holding,
Holding those who are brought low
By life’s keen, relentless flowing
Of loving and letting go
We are born for having, holding
And the hurt of letting go

© Janet Martin


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