I had a delightful luncheon yesterday, to celebrate a dear friend's birthday.
...cherishing the slower pace that we allowed ourselves to take (in Elora Ontario)
...even photographing our purses because they looked nice together, just like good friends!
I am not afraid of you, Father Time
Your scruffy face makes me glad
To be alive
When I look in the mirror
See your kiss upon my cheek
I count my blessings
Though you vex me with the ways
Of middle-age grace
I will not quit
…until That Day.
Until then I will let you
Walk through me
Chase me across the
Yard, scattered with summer’s
Father Time, I invite your touch because
I am not afraid of you
© Janet Martin