I Would Never Trade...It

Writing while waiting for rounds two and three for supper😀

 The skyline was a riveting shade of blue all day long...

Thankful for the hello that preceded dusk's farewell

Bits of doggerel to waft soft on a brooding breeze

Thankful for the day we had before its shadows fell

Thankful for the moments that we wove to memories

No it’s not often perfect but the better part is good

And I would never trade it with you even if I could

Thankful for the rooms that echo with love’s song and dance

For the times we had and have, that always end too soon

Thankful for the music-notes that loss seems to enhance

Making me more mindful of a whistling minstrel's tune

No, the 'stars' are not perfect but as time's bars flare and fade

We seem to write a melody that I would never trade

Thankful for the seasons that run through us, smooth as air

Always something new in what is old as Father Time

Thankful for the reasons that teach us to live in prayer

Thankful for the view after the hill so hard to climb

Yes, it’s far, far from perfect; precious page so soon forsook

But I would never trade it for somebody else’s book

© Janet Martin