Of The 'Commonplace'...

 Many are the times, whether as a young mother or a middle-aged mother and grandmother

I have gazed at loved ones and thought,

"I want to remember you exactly like this"

but I never do...

Time always replaces the old with the new

reminding me that what may seem like a common Monday morning mess really isn't at all!

I want to remember you

How you are right here, right now

But I know I never do

Time erases you somehow

Lending to love's subtle chase

New and precious commonplace

I, with all my best intent

Cannot seal upon fond gaze

Images of endearment

For Time cannot change its ways

Kissing to each form and face

Whole new frames of commonplace

I have dared to shake the cage

That insists upon its due

Futile to grapple with age

Time insists upon the new

Turning into treasured space

That which seemed so commonplace

Then, with kind humility

I will love with tender heart

This small part of you and me

Where the brush that grants its art

Leaves me breathless by the grace

Of ‘no such thing as commonplace’

© Janet Martin