Dear Father Time

PAD Challenge day 22: For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem.

A new baby(for us a grand-daughter)

 always re-impacts me with the penmanship of Father Time...

photo credit: Brittany Ruppert

Dear Father Time, my, but your ink runs wild

I am grandmother yet I'm still a child

Beneath your touch, always fluent and firm

So much to let go and so much to learn

Salt-seasoned reasons to live, love and laugh

Beneath the flourish of your autograph

While round and round your carousel twirls

Slipping strange costumes over little girls

Bound to the beauty of duty and rhyme

Found in the truth of you, dear Father Time

Teach me to cherish the stroke of your pen

Teach me to teach morrow’s women and men

Teach me to walk, not weighed down with Unknown

But plant my feet on the street you set down

Now, drinking deep from the well of your ink

While a life-story is spilling its wink

While glory-days are not some far-off Thing

But the soft flutter, like butterfly’s wing

So, teach me to reach for flowers blooming grand

Dear Father Time, in the hours at hand

© Janet Martin