Of Holding and Its Molding

We are born for holding,

Holding children as they grow

Holding families or flowers

But in it I’ve come to know

Sweet love’s holding is the molding

For its flip-side…letting go

We are born for holding

Holding moments, memories

But within the touching pleasure

Of love’s present melodies

Comes the flip-side of its measure

Letting go’s sweet agonies

We are born for holding,

Holding those who are brought low

By life’s keen, relentless flowing

Of loving and letting go

We are born for having, holding

And the hurt of letting go

© Janet Martin