Precious Prelude

It is constant, this Becoming

This heart-numbing hold-let-go

Turning touch to echo strumming

What once seemed common and slow

And we wish we had not wished so

For the day that now we hold

While The While that spawned its echo

Lies in vaults of yester-gold

Darling, we are never finished

Have-and-hold, love’s bold embrace

Shapes with guile of smiles replenished

Brand new echoes we will trace

Stirring hunger’s heart with anguish

Overcome with gratitude

That once we were part of this, love

Letting go’s precious prelude

© Janet Martin

I told my hygienist this morning when she asked 'how's life, anything new?' that I'm dealing with sentimental heart-tugs after years of Monday morning babysitting!