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!