This card was sent to my grandmother (who passed away 34 yrs. ago) when she was young...
For centuries fathers and mothers
Have waved good-bye to sons and daughters
And wound heartstrings around the world
For centuries work, worry and wonder
Have worn us clean through
Only to bid us come-hither and do it all again
For centuries life’s nickel-and-diming
Appointments grin in our climbing toward
Penniless paupers in the grave
For centuries time has tricked us
Into thinking what we knew was new
Until we learned; nothing is new after all
For centuries the tree limb buds
Blooms, bears and breaks while we make
Wind-song memories and apple-cakes
For centuries we build up and tear down
While calendar pages scatter like
Tatters from a vintage gown
© Janet Martin
Already...a week of 2016 in the books!
Already...a week of 2016 in the books!
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