Treasure-Brunt

Little girl's mommy has a birthday today!

So we baked something extra-special; 

Butter tarts

Make and cut your favorite pastry

press into pans

Filling :

and because one of the moms I used to babysit for has a birthday today as well
I doubled the batch of tarts and shared with both of them this piece of my heart...

The years fly by while you and I suffer its smiles and tears

Feeling like passengers on floats Father Time commandeers

Where seasons weave then leave behind a strange, surreal parade

Of scenes and echoes intertwined from memories we made

The brunt of here and now will soon soften its virile grasp

And gather days together like threads knitted into Past

So we cannot afford to miss what slips through us like air

Love’s fist-a-cuff, kiss, grins and groans of triumph and despair

Sometimes we scold time’s hurried way that chases boys and girls

Its wink vexes the heart with art soon strewed like scattered pearls

Yet as we chide this brazen thief it gives our hearts a lift

To recognize the irony; each birthday is a gift

Aha, the Hand that takes extends the mercies that we raid

Chins dripping with the holiness of love and life’s crusade

Where with the common flux of steady, simple tick and tock

Moment-jewels fill treasure-vaults that no key can unlock

© Janet Martin