Monday, April 30, 2012

Reflectively Yours...

Poetics Aside asks us to write a fading away poem

When the bitter-sweet pangs of parting
Have eased their grip on my heart
When the tears that threaten behind my smile
Have quietly played their part
When the sound of the door as it closes
And the click of the latch as it locks
Leaves me with nothing but memories
And the perpetual ticking of clocks
I shall retrace us: not in sorrow
But with humble gratitude
That God saw fit to touch me a bit
With the beautiful gift of… you

© Janet Martin

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