Echo-mementos

Blessed are those who mourn. 

Matt.5:4

Stunned again, by the suddenness of death

(my daughter's friend's dad)

this community mourns the loss of a husband, dad, son, brother...

reminding us anew to cherish each other

because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow!

This making of mementos as momentous moments meld

Is quite an under-taking of things granted and withheld

Like clay upon the potter’s wheel or knife on whetting stone

We wear the stars and scars of love and living’s grin and groan

And often do not give much thought to what its grit bestows

Until our breath is stolen by sweet echo-mementos

And we are then compelled to look more closely at the sand

And all the color-sparkles of love’s moments in our hand

© Janet Martin