Mighty Mite...and Brantley's nine month pics:)

 Brantley is nine months old!

Time has its way with everyone it meets...

My, my how we need to cherish its precious blink of baby girl and boy joy

Photos by his mom, Emily

Meter of moment, how mighty its mite

No one can fight Time and win

Little by little with morning to night

It sets its proof on our skin

I guess the kisses of clock-flung tick-tock

Soon tunes us all to Time’s sport

No matter how fast and furious we walk

None can out-run its cavort

Love makes us thankful and mirth makes us glad

Guilt makes us heavy of heart

Hope makes us happy and fear drives us mad

Mercy metes morning’s fresh start

Take it or leave it, tell me what that means

Tick-tock insists on its due

Nothing can thwart moment-sport; soft it weans

What seemed so stable, from view

Sit at your table and look long and well

Into Time’s hello-shaped Now

Here is a gift we cannot buy or sell

Able to handle each How

Pat-a-cake, wakey-wake, then off to school

Report cards, here comes the bride

Parenthood, God is good, don’t be a fool

Treasure time’s tremulous tide

Meter of moments, regimented flight

Fueling fond memory

Nothing appeases Time’s keen appetite

Easing the leaf from the tree

© Janet Martin