The Blue of You and I

When daylight dies

Blue over blue

Time’s half-shut eyes

Draws me to you

With keen caress

Echoes compete

Where happiness

Is bittersweet

Before and after

Intertwine

Moment-laughter

Ever mine

For though having

Folds to years

Holding never

Disappears

When daylight dies

Blue over blue

Time’s half-shut eyes

Draws me to you

© Janet Martin

The quiet is amplified as the noise of three lively boys is packed into Daddy's pick-up midst 'bye Janet' shouts:)

It sparked echoes... seems the color of 'missing you' is twilight blue.

Lingering Longer

Last night I reached for you

Though you are far from here

I held you dearly to my cheek

In a tear

Love learns to open arms

And mouth ‘love-you’ good-byes

But I can see you soft and clear

Behind closed eyes

Sometimes when I can feel

You near way over there

I hold you close within my heart

In a prayer

© Janet Martin

Fo-gotten

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Margo tells us Atlanta is wrapped in fog!

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Heavily influenced by near-by bodies 

Her loneliness grew

They all had friends and plans and parties

Once, she did too

But now like a stranger in fog-stricken dusk

Where she feels more than she sees, she must

Learn to live without what once was

And forget what once she knew

Janet~

 

Of Soul-brooch and Heartstrings...

Where are your heartstrings moored?

We adjust, get used to what once was but is no more

That ache of ‘missing you’ is like love’s brooch pinned to the soul

I’m glad to love and have been loved enough to bear the roar

Of ‘missing you’ where new loves and new memories console

Time laughs in our faces like a bully without spite

Its hand brimming with graces we are oft not ready for

Darling, we cannot travel back even to yester-night

Save in a frigate wrought of thought’s bittersweet troubadour

…so, we adjust because we must; to pine is but to miss

Our present ‘missing you’s’ still held too close for memories

Forbid that I would squander its touch-taste because the kiss

Of yesterday is more than I am willing to appease

© Janet Martin 

Last night when you burnt supper then 'forgot' to do the dishes

I didn't reprimand, for I have seen firsthand the speed of years

and I would rather not waste moments spouting futile wishes

where daily I'm reminded of how fast time disappears...

Sometimes As the Daylight Dies...

Ah, sometimes when the daylight woos

Dusk’s down-cast eye of brooding hues

And all the world is blue-air brushed

Ah, sometimes when the day is shushed

As tempo of toiling subdues

I miss you

Ah, sometimes when that yon-sky sweeps

Its dreamland full of starry sleeps

It’s almost like you’ll soon be home

And I am watching ‘til you come

While in my utter heart-held deeps

I miss you

Ah, sometimes when fold over fold

Obliterates the day we hold

Like time consumes a year with ease

Leaving nothing save memories

Then sometimes forthrightly full-bold

I miss you

Ah, sometimes as the daylight dies

I sense a longing in its eyes

For days that were, and just like me

Sometimes that sudden reverie

Sparks keen awareness; how time flies

And I miss you

© Mom~

Aka Janet

No 'shushing' yet. that howling wind has not relented all day!

Melissa reminded Victoria today ‘only 2 more weeks then I’m home until January!’

The Sweetest of Tears

Yesterday Melissa met us (my friend with her little boys I baby-sit and Victoria and I) in Toronto. We visited Ripley’s Aquarium. It was a great day, with so much I never did get time to say…

Oft, how I struggle and battle

With that which I have

And that which I lack

Weighed in the delicate balance, child,

Of nudging you forward

And pulling you back

Oft I am torn twixt the stretching

Of holding you close

And letting you go

Love is a bitter-sweet wrenching, child

That only a mother

Will ever full-know

Oft, oh how the grip of it stuns me

Wanting and Must

Juxtaposed in my ears

Futile to fumble with words, child

Motherhood suffers

The sweetest of tears

© Janet Martin

…suddenly the train was coming and all we had time for was a quick hug and see you soon. While we ran tears dimmed the doorway of Union Station. Spending time together reminds us (Victoria and I) how much we miss her…
...the same tug I felt the day before when I hugged Rob and Emily good-bye as they left for the airport.

 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19