Thankful Hunger

I gleaned marigold seeds...because the neighbor was coming to plow the garden 

(another garden-year officially in the books)

 When I plant these seeds next spring, 

Lord willing, I will have a winter of Grandmother-hood behind me;-)

Sometimes I find myself

Looking at you

Through eyes of reluctant seeing

My little girl,

How swift Time drew

You to its constant fleeing

A clock gives no thought

To tick and tock

Or its Quick of imminent taking

Sometimes I find myself

Looking at you

As if suddenly I am waking

…to a world

Of foreign realities

Though time never estranges

My love for you;

I am introduced to

Its physical exchanges

Where womanhood

Becomes you, oh,

Yet, I cannot help but hunger

In spite of my

Thankful and utter joy,

For days when we were younger

© Janet Martin

Maybe its looking after other mother's children,

Maybe its watching Matt and Victoria leave every morning,

Maybe its Melissa's phone-calls from TO,letting me know what's new, what-should-I-do? etc.

Maybe its listening to Emily's excitement of becoming a mother (in approx. 10 weeks, Lord Willing)

but sometimes Something jolts the air with thankful hunger...