Moment-Mementos

 Ah, comforting sorrow for always tomorrow 

begins what is ending and ends what begins...

Momentous mementos

In sock-footed tempos

Pray, where does the day go

Nay, where go the years

While love learns to savor

The essence and flavor

Of Present’s kind favor

That soft disappears

Ah, momentous kindling

Of moment-pence dwindling

Where pay-off is mingling

With love’s daily loss

Ah, swift and sound spending

Of round and round vending

With dusk soon upending

Blue towers of dross

Momentous abandon

Like notes of a canon

Ah, breath-stealing ocean

Of laughter and tears

Soft-folding the bower

Soft-holding the flower

Soft-molding the hour

That soft-disappears

Momentous mementos 

A mayhem of rainbows

A love-song of echoes

Darling, draw me near

For here in the molding 

The hard part of holding

Is softly unfolding

What will disappear

© Janet Martin