We are celebrating the first sunrise in weeks;
a wonderful way to begin this second-last day of January...
and who knows what else?!
The longer that we live
The more the memories we make
Each day destined to leave
White ghost-like glimmers in its wake
The longer that we laugh
The more we come to understand
The dearness of its gift
The nearness of sorrow’s swift hand
The longer that we love
The more we come to realize
The bitter-sweetness of
Time’s satin glove filled with good-byes
© Janet Martin
We spent yesterday with Brantley's other grand-parents visiting from Nova Scotia,
realizing how, as we shared and reminisced about our own children as babies,
we all share in common, (the older we get)
a bittersweet sorrow at the swiftness of it all
Great poem. Great (and true) thoughts
ReplyDeletethank-you so much!
DeleteOh indeed, how precious and fleeting it is.
ReplyDeleteSo happy for you guys to all be together.
another phase of precious days begins:)
Delete