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