Like A Fist-full of Flowers

We woke to something we have not seen in quite a while...a raindrop bejeweled world! Thank-you, thank-you Lord!

Life holds within its fists

Hard knock and soft caress

The hand of tick and tock untwists

Heartache and happiness

This small place where we climb

Whittles, with give and take

A more humble approach to time

And memories we make

We touch, but not for long

Each day that disappears

Its rise and fall, a subtle gong

Tolling with yester-years

Like a fist full of flow'rs

 Life's hours bud and bloom

Then fade into those phantom bow'rs

Of mem'ry's living-room

Thus, as the years go by

We learn, like scads before

To cherish moments as they fly

To Bygone’s nevermore

For none can see into

Tomorrow’s eidolon

Therefore Love bids us to value

Today, ere it is gone

© Janet Martin

Two birthday parties yesterday and as I looked around at all the beautiful time-kissed faces I was dearly smitten by love’s fine intermingling of intense sorrow and immense happiness!