....like pearls flung across fields of snow

 One daughter came home for what felt like far too little time together,

Another daughter is gone with her hubby and children to visit his family...

So these little smile-makers are making the other grandparent's Christmas super-special!

Hubby, because of the line of work he is in is 'on the road again'...

Makes 'missing you' feel like something to revere, doesn't it?

Having people we love so dearly it hurts but in a good way!

Missing you, sweet, sweet pangs of desire

Where having held grants a tender reply

Heart glowing with embers of a fire

Kindled before hello turned to good-bye

Missing you leaves an invisible lesion

Where letting go means that oh, once I held

Longing is sacred when love is the reason

Priceless the art where sweet and bitter meld

Missing you, but with the hope of tomorrow

Not with the sorrow that some must endure  

Darling, echoes are the sparkles I borrow

While I am waiting to hold you once more

Missing you makes moments worth their measure

Priceless as pearls flung across fields of snow

Where counting hours is like counting treasure

Arranging steppingstones back to hello

© Janet Martin