Measure By Measure

Life as a woman in nine months will give us

A gift so very precious, blessed and most rare

And the years that follow thereafter bring and bestow upon us

Grace, beauty, and love beyond compare.

The years ahead are filled with many things –

Wonder, heartache, and immeasurable joy.

They bring the fruition of wisdom and love

That only the heart of a child’s parent may know.

And in its turning, perpetual state

Life’s cycle will continue in all of its glory

To create and maintain a passage

Each hour by hour, day by day, and story by story.

Life gives us abundant love and joy

Through times and years of reflection

But it may also give us sadness and despair at times

Ever moving and seemingly slow, amidst the perils of imperfection.

Regardless, in its glory the life we treasure

Will continue the lineage of our life

Spinning and evolving measure by measure

Ever always through the happiness, tears and strife.

What we choose makes all the difference

Be it wisdom, joy, love, or grief

And the days will turn and toil around us

And leave the markings of each life like the lines upon a leaf.

Life is a treasure beyond belief or imagination

Something to which there is nothing beyond compare

And in all its glory and magnificence

One should dance and sing each day, making it quite rare.

For the time of old age will creep upon us far too swiftly

Bringing us full circle amidst change and confusion

Where the child will then be the parent – the one to care

For the elder who begins to live in a world of illusion and delusion.

So sing upon your branch until your breast is full of song

And dance until your feet can no longer move or stand

So that you may enjoy life to its very fullest moment

Marking and fulfilling each day as something perfect and so grand.