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;)

Poetics Aside Prompt. hidden