The Golden Sum of It

 Yesterday a friend brought me these as a thank-you for watching her little ones for a while.

They are like sunbeams in my kitchen!...or sum-beans. You choose;-))

...and she told me I may keep the vase because she knew I would love it.

My, moments meld with mist-soft ease

A medley spelled in memories

As what we hold for one wee bit

Is soon the golden sum of it

And nothing stays the same for long

But finds its place in yester-song

Where new Today beams on our face

In melodies of moment-grace

My, what a little life this is

A bitty hold and hug and kiss

Before the folding of the deep

Dissolves what not a one can keep

While moments meld with Yesteryear

And gather what we once held near

As we fumble with age-old ways

…a constant exodus of days

© Janet Martin