Monday, October 3, 2022

Ode to Grief...










You hide in jolly hollyhocks
In eyes alight with dreams
In leisurely barefoot, beach walks
In rainbow zinnia streams

In little lass with little curl
In outdoor time for tea
To celebrate a little girl
Who just turned half-past three

In ‘my, how fast sweet baby grows’
In pangs pure love imparts
In vignettes made of mementos
To carry in our hearts

In treetop tress, first green, then red
Orange, russet, gold, then doffed
In brittle crunch beneath our tread
Where leaf-lilt echoes waft

In fading valor of the sun
In autumn-morning mist
In days, that trick us summer-spun
With nights silver-frost-kissed

In swells of history disguised
In gleaming rise of day
The essence of the Thing we prized
Snatched to dusk’s foaming fray

In what has almost disappeared
As if it never was
A Very Vexing Vaunt veneered
With breath-taking Because

Because of love, because of joy
At every turn you lurk
I sense you in the carefree boy
In poise of play and work

In gardens, grand with grin and groan
Of seed's bounteous wealth
In hands, weathered, worked to the bone 
In thankfulness for health

In pansies, ever-pleasant charm
In hope and happiness
In sweeps that ripple, rife and warm
With life and loveliness

In arms that never quite grow cold
Though Child slips from Her knee
To chase the winds of growing old
On wings of vanity

You hide in touch cut to the quick
An artisan of scars
You always hover in the thick
Of laughter’s falling stars

Ah, grief, the price of love, ah love
So worth grief's cruel test
For only love can be enough
To satisfy the rest

© Janet Martin



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