How Swift and Smooth The Song

 I keenly felt the friendship of farewell even as I dearly held fond moments on Mother's Day morning...But,with change come lovely new firsts; I didn't cook this year. Rob and Emily did:)
Melissa FB'd a very special card.

How swift and smooth the notes of life and love weave into song

It drifts upon the vesper where blue shadows scrawl upon

Time waiting like a stanza still unwritten while it pens

Tempo of tears and laughter into fond Remember Whens

The harmony of having held melds with our present tense

Where letting go and holding blend in stunning dissonance

Aha, tomorrow slips to yesterday; Today’s baton

Moves to the music from the lips that drip with dusk and dawn

Holy, holy, the melody composed by dark and light

In rising, falling concord of good-morning and good-night

Spills oft, thought-soft, as sudden music of a memory

Moves smiles through tears where years have wended, penning poetry

How swift and smooth the ever-after seals within its keep

The sheet-music of middle-May and apple-blossom sweep

Where ‘now I lay me down to sleep’ and rise and shine’ compete

Like Maestros while an orchestra plays life’s song, bittersweet

© Janet Martin

...of fond farewell songs. We all have one, don't we?