Tendersweet Tangle

 

What is it about you, my beautiful sweet?

Dashing through childhood on fantasy’s feet

Scattering pieces of my heart in the path

Of good-night, good-morning kiss aftermath

 Why are you in such an eager-free rush

Racing to the border of pink-gold dawn blush?

Alas, but the beckoning of life’s darling dreams

Is stronger than my murmured pathos, it seems

Where is it that you must so hurriedly race?

Pushing ever forward to that mystical place

Of sweeter tomorrows drenched with honeyed charm

While I stoop to trace your footprint still warm

What is it about you, my beautiful sweet?

I cannot dissuade the dreamer in your feet

Nor would I, for love holds even as it lets go

For my heart-strings are tangled in its afterglow

© Janet Martin

My oldest daughter had to work yesterday. 

She was gone before anyone was up 

and I missed her as we opened our gifts 

because I realized what once was is past, and what is, is slipping through my fingers 

even as I reach to touch the treasure 

of a moment...