Showing posts with label sister poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sister poem. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2022

Where Autumn is Life's Sister...



This morning I asked Victoria to take a picture as a keepsake of the sacred commonplace...






Of countless times in our 34 years of marriage,
Jim realizing, he could arrange his route to come by the house
to grab a coffee and breakfast sandwich etc.
giving me a heads-up call when he is almost here so he can just pull over,
trade empty containers for full ones
and carry on with a thank-you and see you in a few days...


As I turned and looked at the yard, frigid with first snowflakes
 but clinging valiantly to its glow of gold
like Woman vainly gripping the fraying edges of the garb of middle age,
 the need for this poem of why I love Autumn so much,
 washed over me...

The woo of purple blue scarves draped on skyline filigree
The curb appeal of Today, caped in Autumn’s finery
The holiness of hunger no five-star meal can assuage
The happiness of wonder too epic for ink and page
The glory of the hilltop cascading its color-roar
Like an Artist’s tipped palette immersing the valley floor
The rush of season-splendor undulating, wave on wave
An orchestra of grandeur serenading the cold grave
As sweep of rain song clinches nature’s prey to gray archives
Gold leaves like drunken finches sail from trees in wild nose dives

The sorrow of surrender and its bittersweet relief
Time’s touch, so harsh, yet tender in the binding of the sheaf
The land, a grand portrayal of meager glimpses of He
Who overflows earth’s table with fringes of majesty
The bright October afternoon poured from welkin canteen
In a mirage-collage of June’s peppermint, misty green
July’s gold wheat fields rippling, August’s aquamarine sea
September’s orchards twinkling like glass jars of rosehip tea
The poet, as she grapples with time’s ever-ebbing swell
Of blossoms turned to apples, of hello turned to farewell

The sense of Something Sacred swirling, slipping, tripping by
An elfin ballerina twirling on a splash of sky
A sentimental molding of love’s carousel of crumbs
Of holding soon enfolding what all letting go becomes
An impression of moments caught like petals in an urn
Of girls becoming women in a world of no return
Of murmurs snared from summers sparkling like a bit of brook
Through pages filled with darkling pictures tucked into a book
Where autumn is Life’s sister walking through joy rife with grief
An empathetic whisper unraveling leaf by leaf

© Janet Martin




Wednesday, October 19, 2022

A 'Sister' Poem

 

My sisters-left to right, youngest to oldest with mom
(She took the sister-pic) went out today to
celebrate my youngest sister's 50th birthday!
A most, precious day💖

Happy 50th, Baby Sis!

Dear mother... (turning 80 on Nov.1st, Lord willing)


We share a sweet comradery
A bond second to none
Where once upon our mother’s knee
Its beauty was begun

Where once upon a little girl
We could not comprehend
The oyster that concealed the pearl
Of both sister and friend

The forge of home-sweet-work-and-play
And tit-for-tat-and such
Disguised the precious, priceless fray
Soft-tumbling through our touch

Where, in the warp and weave of years
That slip and spill and sweep
The brunt of love and life endears
Us to its flying leap

And to the quirks that make us, Us
For better or worse, oh
We laugh, misunderstand and fuss
And love each other so

And marvel at the way time trips
Through youth and middle age
And help each other come to grips
With each new, untried stage

While sharing books and recipes
And strolls down memory lane
And tugs and hugs and sympathies
With no need to explain

While marveling at what unfurls
Like pearls, caught in a jar
Where we will always be ‘mom’s girls’
However old we are

Where what began on mother’s knee
Continues the fine art
Of what sisters will always be
Forever young at heart

© Janet Martin









Friday, August 13, 2021

Forever-Gratefulness (for sisters)



This poem was inspired by the past week or two
by my sisters (and sister-in-laws that feel like sisters💗)
The main difference with sister-in-laws is that they had to learn to
tolerate if not appreciate Martin-girl quirks😉

*cucumbers from Lucy


Last year for Carolyn's 50th we enjoyed a day out together ( a rare occasion/delight)




We share garden-fare overflow
Cucumbers, beans and flower-slips
The brunt of high-five and low blow
Recipes, cleaning-canning-tips

We share our cares and prayer requests
Milestones, updates and poetry
And lend a hand when life upsets
Love’s heart-cart full of family

Laughter and tears are understood
As the firm hand of time’s finesse
Strengthens the bond of sisterhood
With fond, forever-gratefulness

We share the love of mom and dad
And years where childhood echoes drift
We share the joy of Humbly Glad
And thank God for each sister-gift

© Janet Martin

Each sister fills a special place.
As I reflected over just the past couple weeks
I realized how easily I could take for granted this
huge blessing as we exchanged recipes
such as how to get creative with zucchini etc.
One evening when I returned home from getting groceries Victoria said,
"Cheryl called. She said she will call back.
something about sharing something she read 
that she thought you would enjoy!
(and she did call back and I did enjoy it)
*Right now I am canning
 over-flow-from-her-garden cucumbers from Lucy. 
Our family is enjoying wedding leftovers Carolyn dropped off.
Marlene took some beans off my hands the other day,
not afraid to ask 'do you have any to spare for our supper?'