Still holding a ribbon (Foundling Hospital Textile Tokens)

Still holding a ribbon

Days at first and then years

I cannot collect you

Textile token and tears

A bright pink nearly white

A bow on my finger

Each of us has two rooms

Of a heart in linger

Complete excavation

Complete excavation 

The mining tools set down

All the stones discovered 

Nothing more to be found

A hole not worth digging

The overburden gone

No pits left to follow

Conserve the needed brawn

So many left hand turns

So many left hand turns

Acceptance and forgive

Regrets for not trying

Or words lost in the sieve

Opportunities gone

Choices poorly chosen

The efforts to keep peace

By remaining frozen

Wade with me the waves are

Wade with me the waves are

Gentle time caressing 

Horizon full of Hope

Hourglass sand addressing 

The sun and moon at work

Ships floating without sound

There for each other our

Overboard cargo found

Dreams kept in yesterdays

Dreams kept in yesterdays 

Clothes now out of fashion

Pristine and perfection

Slightly reduced passion

Hopes continue to shine

Light on in the kitchen

Again time to retire

Tomorrow will pitch in

Transparent as the moon

Transparent as the moon

On this bright afternoon

We cannot erase nouns

As for the verbs, too soon

Reaching for back pockets

For the object before 

The answers always here

Like the creak in the floor

Swirling into settle

Swirling into settle

Clouds covering the sky

Large raindrops falling on

The sped up passerby

Owls inch closer to trunks

Safety not for granted

The heavens release and

The passerby panted