Nothing But...

 We girls were walking when hubby and son, returning from a round of golf, picked us up; moments previous to the pic below, as we walked and talked I told them that I was esp. cherishing this vacation for some reason but that if hearts were visible they would see little pieces of mine scattered all over the place. They thought this was hilarious but I know there are a few pieces there in the bed of the pick-up as hubby roared over bumps and we screamed... much to the guy's delight;)

I would wear you in my hair

Like Queen Ann’s Lace on Augusts’ dress

But you, for all your lovely flair

Are nothing… but thought’s tenderness

I would paint you like a prayer

Of ruby silk on dusk’s soft hem

But you, for all that once you were

Are nothing…but thought’s gilded gem

I would flaunt you on fair walls

Portrait of living’s priceless art

But you gleam in the tear that falls

Painting your pictures in my heart

I would hold you like fine gold

Of sun-sparkle on sunset sea

But you, for all your worth untold

Are nothing…but a memory

© Janet Martin