Friday, April 6, 2012

Hidden Ocean




Sometimes I keep hidden
Those thoughts I should let show
The pride I have in my children
And the gift of watching them grow

Oh, they all know that I love them
And often I tell them so
But the depth of it is hidden
In life’s constant ebb and flow

Beneath the holding and scolding
The trial and error of youth
I see the future unfolding
And past’s undaunted truth

Time’s swift tumble is hidden
In a volley of laughter and tears
It comes and leaves, unbidden
From moments to hours to years

…passing through my fumbling fingers
Its eagerness I cannot quell
But oft in the evening lingers
A low and bleeding knell

…because sometimes I keep hidden
Those things that I should not
While time speeds by unbidden
On the heels of second-thought

© Janet Martin

…I remember my dad telling me,
‘there is so much I want to say in too short a time’
Often he spoke by the way he lived and I am learning
as I watch my children grow, that what I thought at times was ‘hidden’
was there all along…and suddenly I hear him, not by what he said, but by what he did.

The photo was taken the other night when I insisted that Matt and Tori come with me on my run/walk. The protested vehemently and then ended up having a blast! 
This could be the beginning of a beautiful...habit;)




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