A Sometimes Poem For All-Times...

Sometimes a meal made of muffins and milk feels fit for the finest of kings

And even a mess spilled midst happiness is counted ‘mongst life’s sacred things

Sometimes the blue sky above you and I, flawless backdrop to ‘just livin’

Makes the smallest task seem as if we were asked to work in the foothills of Heav’n

Sometimes just to sit in the garden a bit is better than trips abroad

To spend an hour face to face with a flow’r amazed at the hand-work of God

For time flits by like a butterfly, like a sparkle of sunlight on sea

And all that we hold of moment-gold molds touch-and-such into memory

Sometimes when life’s brush is the colour of rush its good just to pause and pray

For the one who cares for the one who bears hard illness that won’t go away

Its good to slow down and kiss the sun-kissed crown of little mister or miss

And recognize the precious prize unraveling in Now’s westering This

Sometimes when the swish of the millionth swing-push has lost the thrill of the thanks

Or the millionth mile made of laundry piles makes smiles feel like wooden planks

It’s good to recall those who sacrificed all …while we gripe at pricey ‘stuff’

It’s good to give praise to the Giver of days kind-heaped with more-than-enough

© Janet Martin

...while writing this poem the insurance company called to ask for pictures of our oil tank which, if it doesn't pass the test means new furnace and water heater ASAP, but I determine not to let it dampen spirits on such a sunny September day! (that began with almost-frost!)
The B-r-r part of September-r-r is definitely making itself known very early!