Our Glorious Here (by a Child Caregiver:)

PAD Challenge 27: For today’s prompt, write a story poem. ...
or in this case, little stories posted after the poem that helped inspire it.

Once, upon a fond time and place

Which soon swift season-tides erase

They graced her life; her heart and arms

Run through and through with child-sweet charms

A ‘bless this mess’ and ‘my-oh-my’

A ‘share your toys’ and ‘hush, don’t cry’

Days filled with noise from boys and girls

Like oysters filled with precious pearls

…because we know; time proves it oft

With touch so commonplace and soft

How soon we wear love’s tender hurts

In loss of little shoes and shirts

They leave amongst strewed toys and such

The innocence we love so much

That tunes our laughter with life’s best

And makes so worth it all, the rest

Where, though a wee girl’s ‘loudest weep’

Might wake the baby just asleep

Where though ‘it was an accident’

Wears thin the grin of good intent

And though the crumbs that stick to feet

Might make us cringe and groan abit

And though the joys of girls and boys

Might weary us with fuss and noise

...The time will come (oh yes, it will)

When home-sweet-home is clean and still

The cheek kind-kissed with wistful tear

For what is now our Glorious Here

© Janet Martin

"I sure wish we had your house"

 Little Boy sighed as he marveled at a freshly-filled bathroom-tissue holder ...

 Little Boy: (after I noticed he's not eating the mozzarella cheese at lunch)

 "I only like yellow cheese"

Me: but the only 'yellow' cheese I have is old and I'm not sure you'll like it"

"Oh no!" he said, "I only like new cheese"

Me: "my old cheese is new...but my new cheese is old..."

(so we all tried a piece and and they decided Janet's new, old cheese is delicious!:)

Kids, don't you just love 'em!

...and to top it all off:  this morning, this sign at the end of my cousin's driveway!

Can't you just picture the painstaking 'pride' that went into making the letters big and bold enough
for drive-by reading!

A 'Darling Day' To-do List

Let’s say the words we like to hear

And be the guy we want to meet

Give what we like to get, my dear

And not take more than we can eat

Then, when this darling day is  done

And all its brimming moments spent

I think that we will find, dear one

That we are happy and content

© Janet Martin

Wonder-full Wander-pull

...first she lamented the shrinking snow-mountain...

... then, after a pause she said, "Actually, it's quite spwingy today ...

I don't weally want it to be wintow anymoh (winter anymore)!"

And I heartily agreed!!

 (The same girl who lamented in January 'what kind of winter is this?!!" at the lack of snow:)

Oh, doesn't it give you an adrenaline rush as you contemplate 

what waits with the turn of the next calendar page!
(no, not the 'whole-lotta-work...the wonder!)

A world of budded wonder waits to wow the one who wanders where

A loom of green-gossamer lace breaks soft upon the dreamy stare

And mist of pink-kissed cherry tree and puddles of forget-me-not

Draw we of footloose, fancy-free proclivity to wooded lot

The daffodil with dapper grin delights us with its yellow duds

And suddenly somewhere within we feel a little like the buds

That brim with beauty’s Magnum Opus where too long gales held at bay

The sanguine song and sunbeams dancing in a ballroom we call May

Like plump gold pillows, primrose clumps are tossed to grass-lounge riverbanks

We cannot help but pause a bit and revel in the thrill of ‘thanks’

For winter past and summer’s mast raised on a massive flower-yacht

For luxury of sweat and dust and long June days and garden plot

The best of life seems better after we have weathered winter’s ‘Worst’

The zest of laughter sweeter in bare feet dandelion immersed

And oh, that first full burst of color; tulip-lilac promenade

Makes everybody fall in love with Nature and her fine parade

© Janet Martin

 PAd Challenge day 26: For today’s prompt, write a relationship poem. Of course, there are human relationships, but there are also plant-animal relationships, animal-animal relationships, and even mathematical relationships. Good, bad, healthy, and not-so-much. Dive deep today.

 

Role-Call (before the Roll Call!)

Waiting for Victoria's bus...

Wake up, wake up, the cup that tips and spills time’s quintessence

Pours morning’s glory-tide across the yard, brook, field and fence

It rushes through the downtown square and skims the heaving sea

A holy invitation from heaven to you and me

To break the bread of life where joy and strife their portions mete

To give the whole of heart and soul to every crumb we eat

To return to the Giver with our simple say-and-do

A hearty, humble labor that manifests love’s “thank-you”

© Janet Martin

 Bye-bye, Victoria!

 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might;

Eccles.9:10

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.

Col.3:23-24