Estimable Entreaty...or, Of Growing Old

A simple sonnet for my sister Lucy's Birthday today...
Happy Birthday Lucy!
Wishing you God's gift of joy in the year (Lord willing years) ahead!

The nearest, dearest gift of growing old

Time weaves with threads we sometimes overlook

Life’s sacred spoil of love and toil unfold

Fond pages in a phantom picture book

A panoramic spread of scenes forsook

Bids us revere a year’s moment-ous lease

Where fingers through which sands of time are shook

Siphons from stars and scars, a masterpiece

…as daily death grants the subtle increase

Of seasons splayed before our shut-eye gaze

Its startling art of kind simplicities

Soft-weaves with common sheaves Life’s Best of Days

Where it seems that we learn and then relearn

The value of time’s treasured No-return

© Janet Martin

Last night while chopping colorful veggies for supper I was struck again

how life's simplest gifts are its sweetest marvels! 

The older we get the more we realize the Prize of The Moment!

Sisters are one of love's/life's greatest gifts!

I know I shared the photo below here, (on another sister get-together)

but its a precious shot on a simple summer's day long ago...of sisters

From left to right...

Marlene, Carolyn, Cheryl, Lucy, Janet

Slow erosion

Where an ocean

Of emotion

Sweeps a shore

Where a moment

Seals a moment

To moments

That are no more

Tender splendor

Steals the vendor

To a younger

You and me

Where sleek surges

Swell in dirges

For splurges

Washed out to sea

© Janet Martin