Grief is the guaranteed price we pay for love. Ann Voskamp
Ebb-flow, hold-let-go
Glad-sad winnowing
Filling up time’s little cup
With living
Old-new, how-are-you
Time-chime echoing
Where today becomes the fray
Of living
Touch-taste, pause-haste
Love-trove’s take-giving
As we learn the no-return
In living
Small-tall, leap-fall
Flying barely-moving
Lending us the impetus
For loving
Push-pull, empty-full
Kiss-then-miss you wringing
Where joy’s leaf is ripe with grief
Of loving
and living
© Janet Martin
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