When we begin again today
To weave upon Time’s lovely way
The outpouring of touch to sight
And when we leave this day tonight
After the laughter, tears and trust
A jot upon Time’s years of dust
After the hoping-groping reach
Of learning even as we teach
After the stumble-fumble-blush
Where we slip in life’s pull and push
And after all that must yet pass
Within this day’s brief hour-glass
Before we lay us down to sleep
And render this day to Past’s keep
May we with satisfaction’s rest
Be glad to know we did our best
© Janet Martin
Little Guy and I had a sort of outdoor farewell party yesterday. We had a high of 16 C before temps dipped overnight. This morning it is -1 Celsius.
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!