Monday, April 26, 2021

Echo-mementos

Blessed are those who mourn. 
Matt.5:4

(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

2 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry - this is a beautiful poem esp Until our breath is stolen by sweet echo mementos

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    1. Thank you Trish, for your sympathy and appreciation.

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