What We Have...

What we have is all we have

What was and what will be

Are merely hopes, before what is

Becomes a memory

What we have, my love, is more

Than we can fully taste

For moments offer no encore

As through our grasp they haste

Both good and ill pass through our clutch

How quietly Time slips

To grace a shore beyond our touch

Save for thought’s finger-tips

…and what we have is all we have

Pray that we do not miss

Its fullness rushing to a grave

Of what no longer is

© Janet Martin

I love to look back to photos (and memories) of what once was...

but not too long, lest I miss what now is!

Happy February, all!

(ps-s-s-t! this is the month before the month that leads to this...!