Of Moment-ink...

One long, sentimental stare at the garden tucked to sleep

 Where the best things we gather there are memories to keep...

I told them I needed 'an' onion, so they all brought 'an' onion;-)

Too much to miss to miss too much

Too soon comes sooner than we think

Then live-laugh-love, take-eat, taste-touch

And make the most of moment-ink

Too swift the gift of day to day

Falls prey to elemental Must

And one more season falls away

To halls of sentimental dust

Then let’s not wait ‘til it’s too late

The Gate to yesterday is barred

Now’s red balloon will soon deflate

And strew its tatters o’er the yard

A benediction wafts above

Each live-laugh-love warm on our lips

Where all the while a treasure trove

Collects time’s smiling  fellowships

The rush of much too much runs rife

Time authors more than we may think

We write the story of our life

With nothing more than moment-ink

© Janet Martin