Memory-Matrix

 A bit of today's moment-glitter snared as it sparkled by...

'Of Little Girls'

....and raindrop pearls

...and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet...

Memories are 

precious keepsakes

waiting to be cast

And moments are 

like golden glitter 

pouring to the past

While we are tasting 

tears and laughter, 

while a season spills

Into an ever-after rafter, 

memory’s matrix fills

…with sweet and spicy, 

tart and bitter,

 thorny stem and rose

A motley mix 

is memory glitter,

 shaping mementos

With glints of springtime 

seed we scatter; 

tints of fall fruit felled

We smile while welkin- 

whispers shatter 

what we briefly held

A merry-making, 

heart-string aching 

undertaking, oh

A hush-a-bye, 

then my-oh-my 

how far-too-fast you grow

Then make the most 

of what soon decks 

the halls of yesterdays

For memory-glitter 

falls like snow 

on begging, gaping graves 

 April is 

nature’s harbinger 

to summer’s bloom parade

Of petaled fireworks;

 buds flower, 

dazzle, fizzle, fade

Where pretty violet 

starlight stipples 

green’s first vivid hues

Where woodlands burst 

with feather-frescos

 etched on 

boundless blues

…where we look up 

to catch the colors 

from a cup that tips

gossamer glitter 

sparkling through our 

eager arms and lips

Into a mold 

that holds the marbled mist 

of days gone by

Unfolding precious keepsakes 

in the twinkle of an eye

…as we become 

the curator 

of Time’s collected toll

Where memories 

fill galleries 

that only thought can stroll

Reminding us 

not to get lost

 too long in what is spent

Lest precious moment-glitter 

gilds sad sighs 

of discontent

For April always 

turns to May, 

then May to June-July

Time never takes 

a holiday 

as hours hasten by

A fount that overflows 

with farewell’s font, 

it's melodies

The glitter that 

is turning moments 

into memories

Of little girls 

and raindrop pearls 

and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet

Of Happiness 

in lunchtime messes,

 pudgy baby feet

Of work and play 

and hope and praying  

'if the Lord so wills'

We're making precious memories 

as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin

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Memories are precious keepsakes waiting to be cast

And moments are like golden glitter pouring to the past

While we are tasting tears and laughter, while a season spills

Into an ever-after rafter, memory’s matrix fills

…with sweet and spicy, tart and bitter, thorny stem and rose

A motley mix is memory glitter, shaping mementos

With glints of springtime seed we scatter; tints of fall fruit felled

We smile while welkin whisper shatters what we briefly held

A merry-making, heart-string aching undertaking, oh

A hush-a-bye, then my-oh-my how far-too-fast you grow

Then make the most of what soon decks the halls of yesterdays

For memory-glitter falls like snow on begging, gaping graves

April is nature’s harbinger to summer’s bloom parade

Of petaled fireworks; buds flower, dazzle, fizzle, fade

Where pretty violet starlight stipples green’s first vivid hues

Where woodlands burst with feather-frescos etched on boundless blues

…where we look up to catch the colors from a cup that tips

Gossamer glitter sparkling through our eager arms and lips

Into a mold that holds the marbled mist of days gone by

Unfolding precious keepsakes in the twinkle of an eye

…as we become the curator of Time’s collected toll

Where memories fill galleries that only thought can stroll

Reminding us not to get lost too long in what is spent

Lest precious moment-glitter gilds sad sighs of discontent

For April always turns to May, then May to June-July

Time never takes a holiday as hours hasten by

A fount that overflows farewell’s momentous font with ease

The glitter that is turning moments into memories

Of little girls and raindrop pearls and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet

Of Happiness in lunchtime messes, pudgy baby feet

Of work and play and hope and praying 'if the Lord so wills'

We're making precious memories as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin