Sunday, August 7, 2022

Memory-Book (in the Making)


A sticky, sweaty, cacophony of canning, sweet kiddoes,
 broken fridges and toilets, chubby baby,
bee-stings, muddy feet, larkspur-loveliness, 
lilts of laughter and oh-no-groans 
new and renewed resolves,
among this week's memories!

Gramma, do you have any freethies (freezies) left?


Gramma, what stinks?!! (bread and butter-pickle-canning)

Baby-snuggles and squishes...

Thunder/rain/wind storms...

Bee sting...

 snakes and ladders...

No complex paradigm
No exorbitant fee
Only a moment’s worth of time
To make a memory

The sparkle of spent day
Wafts on the eventide
The mist of moments borne away
In memories to reside

A surreal picture-show
Filling frame after frame
A collection of high and low
Life’s snakes and ladders game

…where noise of girls and boys
Of choice and consequence
Unravels amidst childhood’s joys
Youth’s garb of Innocence

Ah, sweet and sacred surge
Of emerging daybreak
Today is poised upon the verge
Of memories to make

...as dawn sets new day free
Before Have turns to Had
Let’s make the kind of memory
That makes each other glad

And never overlook
Fresh opportunity
Soon turned to pictures in a book
That only thought can see

...and never to forget
From whence love's blessings come
And to keep close the Sacred Yet
Of life's eternal Sum

© Janet Martin

Dusk-bean picking and flower-delighting!




2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!