Of Soul-brooch and Heartstrings...

Where are your heartstrings moored?

We adjust, get used to what once was but is no more

That ache of ‘missing you’ is like love’s brooch pinned to the soul

I’m glad to love and have been loved enough to bear the roar

Of ‘missing you’ where new loves and new memories console

Time laughs in our faces like a bully without spite

Its hand brimming with graces we are oft not ready for

Darling, we cannot travel back even to yester-night

Save in a frigate wrought of thought’s bittersweet troubadour

…so, we adjust because we must; to pine is but to miss

Our present ‘missing you’s’ still held too close for memories

Forbid that I would squander its touch-taste because the kiss

Of yesterday is more than I am willing to appease

© Janet Martin 

Last night when you burnt supper then 'forgot' to do the dishes

I didn't reprimand, for I have seen firsthand the speed of years

and I would rather not waste moments spouting futile wishes

where daily I'm reminded of how fast time disappears...