The Fine Art of Love (a mother-to-daughter birthday poem)

Happy 17th Birthday, to our sweet Victoria who loves all things vintage, history and music!

May the year ahead be filled with joy as you continue becoming the woman God created you to be!

'And sometimes I am oh, so glad to know the bliss of it

And sometimes I am oh, so sad, caught where I cannot keep

The heart and soul from becoming torn by its kiss a bit

Between the hug of here and now and tug of miles asleep...'

Dear Victoria,

Sometimes I feel just like a king seated at love’s buffet

Sometimes I am a beggar licking up the crumbs that fall

A mother’s heart and soul can never take a holiday

Always on the quick ready for love’s tender beck and call

And sometimes I am oh, so glad to know the bliss of it

And sometimes I am oh, so sad, caught where I cannot keep

The heart and soul from becoming torn by its kiss a bit

Between the hug of here and now and tug of miles asleep

Sometimes this business of ‘becoming’ takes love’s ache by storm

It keeps us kindly unprepared for what lies next in store

And sometimes it is hard to hold in heart-soul body-form

The whole of love’s fulfillment that keeps us hungry for more

My dear, each year fades quicker than the one before, it seems

As mother learns to concentrate on moments now, not years

She thanks the Lord for granting love’s sweetest sample of dreams

As she learns the fine art of holding close what disappears

Love, from your mom

Aka © Janet Martin

 Trust in the LORD and do good;
            Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.

      Delight yourself in the LORD;
            And He will give you the desires of your heart.

      Commit your way to the LORD,
            Trust also in Him, and He will do it.

Ps.37:3-5