Grappling With Kisses

We carry on, though Time rakes fingers hard against our skin

And we remember better the person we are within

Than they who stare with stranger’s eyes at us who stare right back

To test modern-day pioneers foraging Unknown’s track

…of forward march and Time with hungry eyes spares no surprise

As what we thought we knew evolves and readjusts our sighs

We carry on, for what else can anyone do, but this?

A band of fellow-travelers at the mercy of Time’s kiss

© Janet Martin

Last night I attended a meeting on Memoir Writing.

As I listened to guests voice their reasons for wanting to write a memoir I came to the conclusion that we are all grappling with the potency of Time’s kiss, by God's grace...