A few weeks ago at the supper table Matt asked me
if I've thought of it that soon the last day of school-bus will be here!
I asked him (just kidding) if he hasn't been reading my poetry lately?!!
...its sentimental flavor due in part to this morning's Event!
Today's 'last' is recognizable, unlike so many!
Last school-bus pick-up morning!
if I've thought of it that soon the last day of school-bus will be here!
I asked him (just kidding) if he hasn't been reading my poetry lately?!!
...its sentimental flavor due in part to this morning's Event!
Today's 'last' is recognizable, unlike so many!
Last school-bus pick-up morning!
Suddenly an ocean of emotion washes over me...
kinda like the first morning our firstborn climbed aboard the bus for kindergarten!
... as through a blur of
the era of school-bus mornings...
...disappears!
How oft a mother’s heart is torn in mournful celebration
As soft time’s tender art is borne from brush to
contemplation
Swift, suave, the rush of days runs rife, gathering
moment-measure
From common camouflage of love and life… to echo-treasure
There is no time to miss the kiss that cools so soon, my
darling
Ah, look, where darkness clenched its fist it uncurls in
new morning
Where hearts and arms and eyes agape with firestorms of
feeling
Can sense its recompense take shape before the grand
revealing
Who knew that joy in all its glory veils such sacred
sorrow
Or how the boy and girl leaps far too fast into tomorrow
Or as the air sparkles with stars of sweet and
childish laughter
It swirls and pearls like paint dripped from jars molding
ever-after
There is no time to stand and peer too long where one
door closes
The hurt that love can engineer is worth its loss of roses
For always on the thorny stem that hoists the fading
hours
Pulses a budded diadem, soft-bursting with new flowers
© Janet Martin