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You hide in jolly hollyhocks
In eyes alight with dreams
In leisurely barefoot, beach walks
In rainbow zinnia streams
In little lass with little curl
In outdoor time for tea
To celebrate a little girl
Who just turned half-past three
In ‘my, how fast sweet baby grows’
In pangs pure love imparts
In vignettes made of mementos
To carry in our hearts
In treetop tress, first green, then red
Orange, russet, gold, then doffed
In brittle crunch beneath our tread
Where leaf-lilt echoes waft
In fading valor of the sun
In autumn-morning mist
In days, that trick us summer-spun
With nights silver-frost-kissed
In swells of history disguised
In gleaming rise of day
The essence of the Thing we prized
Snatched to dusk’s foaming fray
In what has almost disappeared
As if it never was
A Very Vexing Vaunt veneered
With breath-taking Because
Because of love, because of joy
At every turn you lurk
I sense you in the carefree boy
In poise of play and work
In gardens, grand with grin and groan
Of seed's bounteous wealth
In hands, weathered, worked to the bone
In thankfulness for health
In pansies, ever-pleasant charm
In hope and happiness
In sweeps that ripple, rife and warm
With life and loveliness
In arms that never quite grow cold
Though Child slips from Her knee
To chase the winds of growing old
On wings of vanity
You hide in touch cut to the quick
An artisan of scars
You always hover in the thick
Of laughter’s falling stars
Ah, grief, the price of love, ah love
So worth grief's cruel test
For only love can be enough
To satisfy the rest
© Janet Martin
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