The drip-drip-drip of this...
With the tick-tick-tick of this...
...what are we creating?
Sometimes when in the thick of it
We overlook the quick of it
Betaken by the kick of it
The cuddle, push and tug
Sometimes the thrill and ache of it
The learn-laugh-love-sleep-wake of it
Startles the give and take of it
With a big, bear-like hug
The hold and letting go of it
The high-low grin-and-groan of it
The crash-croon-dash-stand-sit a bit
Is quite a symphony
Then we should pause and think a bit
Where the permanent ink of it
Sketches with subtle wink-like flit
An endless legacy
…thus we should make the most of it
The trouble, test and toast of it
And not bother to boast a bit
But bear this thought in mind
That after time’s quick round of it
We all will give account for it
Forever freed or bound by it
…the life we left behind
© Janet Martin
So then, each of us will give an account of ourselves to God.