Thursday, October 26, 2017

How Doth A Little Day?

A tug upon the heart-string
Earth is full of lullaby...



A tap upon the shoulder
And a kiss upon the cheek
And we are one day older
Then another, then a week
Ah tell me Father Time, pray tell,
How doth the little day
With mite-y boon of tick-tock knell
Soon whisk its while away

A fellow full of wishes
And a wee gal full of charm
Kitchen sink full of dishes
Autumn applesauce, still warm
A baby full of ‘precious’
And a mother full of love
And an hour that soon meshes
With past’s endless echo-trove

A trundle through the woodland
Flower-flurried with farewell
A dally in the garden
Where the bloom of summer fell
Meander through the meadow
Wander through a gallery
to marvel at sun-shadow
-art hanging from sky and tree

A tug upon the heart-string
Earth is full of lullaby
A hug, hello my darling
There you go, good-bye, goodbye
Ah tell me Master of the clock
How doth the little day
With mite-y boon of tick and tock
Whisper a life away

© Janet Martin





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