Tendersweet Tangle

 

What is it about you, my beautiful sweet?

Dashing through childhood on fantasy’s feet

Scattering pieces of my heart in the path

Of good-night, good-morning kiss aftermath

 Why are you in such an eager-free rush

Racing to the border of pink-gold dawn blush?

Alas, but the beckoning of life’s darling dreams

Is stronger than my murmured pathos, it seems

Where is it that you must so hurriedly race?

Pushing ever forward to that mystical place

Of sweeter tomorrows drenched with honeyed charm

While I stoop to trace your footprint still warm

What is it about you, my beautiful sweet?

I cannot dissuade the dreamer in your feet

Nor would I, for love holds even as it lets go

For my heart-strings are tangled in its afterglow

© Janet Martin

My oldest daughter had to work yesterday. 

She was gone before anyone was up 

and I missed her as we opened our gifts 

because I realized what once was is past, and what is, is slipping through my fingers 

even as I reach to touch the treasure 

of a moment...  

Beautiful Rush

 

You think nothing of it

…slipping between the cold air

And my lips

Your half-grin ignoring

My finger-tips

Reaching to touch

Your touch, softly

Such is the rush

Of a

Memory

J~

Beautiful Legacy...

 

If ever the day should come, my love

When I can no longer spell

In tender, whispered endearments

Words you love to hear me tell

If ever the pen should fall, my love

Forever to the crypt

Of memories and what once was

Before the hour slipped

Its chill fingers beneath the clasp

Of warm and vibrant touch

To snuff the laughter and the dance

From days we love so much

…and if ever the time should come, my love

That we reach the stepping-stone

From this trial-and-error-slip-and-stumble

To the great Beyond

I should covet but this;

That life and love’s sweet memory

Will comfort you and that its kiss

Will be a beautiful legacy

...and if the silence should echo with years

I pray its music will be grand

…not filled with sad, regretful tears

And cruel, harsh reprimand

Oh, when the things that are, my love

Will then no longer be

I pray that we have left behind

A beautiful legacy

© Janet Martin

My daughter works at a Long-term Care Facility. She cares for an 89 yr. old lady who has a form of dementia and almost every day she hears the same words…

I love you honey…

Do you know what love is?

Do you have a boyfriend or a husband?

Will you tell him what I used to tell mine?

'I love you for one-hundred thousand reasons

but most of all I love you because you’re mine

and because you are you…'

When Emily told me this I had to think…

If ever we grow to the point where we say the same things over and over, is this not a Beautiful Legacy?

Thank-you for This...

Tim at
Vanyieck's Last Stand  nominated me for this award! Thank-you so much. I would be honored to pass it along to a few deserving bloggers.

As per the rules of accepting this award,

I must share seven facts about myself:

1. I enjoy life's simple gifts of nature above any 'thing'
2.I enjoy photographing these daily miracles
3. I am a homebody to a fault.
4. I love health and fitness
5. Of earthly blessings being a mother and wife is a gift I  thank God for daily.
6.Of earthly blessing, being a mother and wife is a gift that teaches and humbles me daily
7.I am a daughter, a sibling of nine , and saved by grace

Rule #2, pass along the award...

I would love to nominate;

Sue at Reflections of God's Glory
 Her posts are filled with wisdom and God's grace.

Kateri at Dandelion Haven
Kateri has an eye that frames His handiwork in gorgeous photos!
Every post is beautiful and inspiring.

Ella at Ella's Edge
Ella shares a myried of wonderful talent and love on her blog.
She is a special lady!

Jennifer at Poet Laundry
Jennifer's loving spirit shines in her beautiful poetic talent.

Please be sure to visit these blogs and let them know you stopped by.

 

 

If I Should Love...

When we love

Perfectly

It will be

Heaven

I should wish to love

This way

Even now

To love fully

Then let go

To rejoice completely

In another’s success

And wish them nothing

But happiness

I would love to love

The way I should

And never blush

Should thought rush

From under this hood

Of flesh and blood disguise

And my eyes

Would be the window

To unspoken word

I should love to think

It would be all right

If every thought was heard

And no grudge or spite

Would blemish the light

That ought to shine

From the divine

And it could

If I would

Love like I should…

© Janet Martin

Pondering Her

 

My dear, her lissome hem is sweeping

The far-faint, blue wooded rill

I hear her brewing farewell weeping

When the night is deep and still

For she no more than we, my darling

Can suppress her moment-tear

A trickling flow through sundry ages

And we simply call her Year

How grateful, gladly we embrace her

Arms flung wide, we draw her in

Though in brusque autumn’s knell we chase her

Now she comes; Virile, virgin

Across a sleek and seamless threshold

She alights, whilst hope and fear

Mingles wildly; yet we greet her

As we meet her; the New Year

We cannot unclenched her fingers

To reveal her mystery

She does not run; nor does she linger

On the road to history

But she cradles in her bearing

All those things which we hold dear

Joy and sorrow, potent, searing

Yet we simply call her Year

We pause in limbo; past and future

Presses passion to our lips

Yet, all we cherish, fondle, nurture

Soon to her dominion slips

As we ponder our position

…Who imbues her formless sphere

We bow in humble recognition

Gift of grace is she; New Year

My dear, the hour like a flower

Soon relinquishes her bloom

And no one contains the power

To re-live one afternoon

So we treasure the kind measure

Of her tender moment-tear

As she slips through our whispers

…yet we simply call her Year

© Janet Martin

I cannot BELIEVE how swiftly she comes, but to leave

I have learned it is possible to celebrate and grieve

Simultaneously

I touch with my thought those I cannot hold

For she steals as she gives, moments seal as they roll

Continuously

And sometimes as I ponder her perpetual splendor

And sometimes as I miss those sealed in her kiss

And sometimes as tear-tender, I remember

All I can do,

Is whisper

Thank-you

For He blesses graciously and mercifully

To we, undeservedly

J~  

Christmas Postlude...

If we can lay aside differences

And grievances for a day

Or two or three,

Then why can we not

Lay them aside

Permanently?

If we can share

Joy, hope and love

Good-will and happy cheer

For this,

The Christmas Season

Then why not each day, all year?

If we can for a season

Say those things

We ought to say

Would there be peace

Upon the earth

If we lived thus each day?

© Janet Martin

It Is Not So Different Now

It is not so different now

As it was way back then…

Believers still gather around

To praise and worship Him

It is not so different now

As it was on that night

We gaze in awe and wonder

At the glory of His light

It is not so different now

We lift our voice to sing

For the wee Babe in Bethlehem

Is Jesus Christ the King

© Janet Martin

Those who believed sought the Child and found Him…we seek still, and we find Him, still.