Birthdays have a way of taking us on trips down memory-lane
a pleasure-pain escapade, bittersweet and happy-sad
It makes us stare harder at what fills our frames
Before Time collects its insistent claims
Before Time collects its insistent claims
Victoria sipping tea and drinking in a delicious rainy morning...
...before leaving for work
Who can hold back what is waiting to be
Time burgeons like a broad, bud-giddy tree
Moments melt like raindrops strumming the land
Nature surrenders and drinks from God’s hand
Who can return what has slipped through dusk’s door
Dark flannel curtains fall soft, shore to shore
Snuffing with star-studded, mind-boggling deep
All but the echoes that chuckle and weep
Who can secure what is destined to pass
Cherish the verdure that fades like the grass
Treasure each momentous sparkle of air
Savour the brunt of grace with thankful prayer
Who can afford to touch coldly, the cast
Soon turned to markers of permanent past
Seems we are always caught mid-memories
Learning to balance on Time’s Mist-trapeze
Who is immune to the touch of the hand
Tuning the taker to trickles of sand
Grooming even the most brave balladeers
For tender tangos with fond yester-years
© Janet Martin
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