I had a delightful luncheon yesterday, to celebrate a dear friend's birthday.
...even photographing our purses because they looked nice together, just like good friends!
I am not afraid of you, Father Time
Your scruffy face makes me glad
To be alive
When I look in the mirror
See your kiss upon my cheek
I count my blessings
Though you vex me with the ways
Of middle-age grace
I will not quit
…until That Day.
Until then I will let you
Walk through me
Chase me across the
Yard, scattered with summer’s
Tattered postcards
Father Time, I invite your touch because
I am not afraid of you
…Much
© Janet Martin
What a lovely place to have lunch, Janet! Sitting out on that balcony by the water must have been a delight.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem and smiled at your last stanza. Not afraid of you...much. Indeed.
:) thank-you.
DeleteHa ha..Sounds lovely..
ReplyDeleteIsn't that quote amazing? Every time I see it I fall in love with it..
I hope you visited the book store..?
I was sad to miss it, but glad you had fun without me...;)
missed you! We popped in at the book store a little. SO many books that it could be a whole separate outing, just going there!
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