If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!A Coin. In keeping with this week’s review of a memoir of growing up in the Great Depression and World War II years, in which June Kilpatrick tells the stories of things that she has kept for their memories, like her mother’s ruby and pearl ring, is this poem about memory. Filsinger, Sara Teasdale, Mrs., portrait photograph. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)   The Coin   Into my heart’s treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot take Nor a thief purloin, – Oh, better than the minting Of a gold-crowned... (Read More ...)

Grandparent Poems. Loss. A photograph of a 2 month old human infant, his mother, his maternal grandmother, and his maternal great-grandmother. Each person in this photograph gave birth to the next younger person thus showing four generations in one family photograph. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)   I have a friend who lost his mother a few years ago. Every year, we release balloons on Mother’s Day To remember and honor our mothers. We write our mother’s name on the balloon And watch it float away into the sky.   This year, for the first time, all four of us will be releasing balloons.   One... (Read More ...)

Grandmother. Poems. Wisdom. Grandmothers, having seen the arc of life, know how important it is to treasure it. The Welsh poet who authored this poem, W. H. Davies, settled down to a life of writing poetry, abandoning life as a tramp, after he fell from a train he was trying to hitch a ride on and lost his foot.   W. H. Davies, London, November 24th, 1913 (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Leisure   What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.   No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.   No time to see, when woods we pass, Where... (Read More ...)

Grandmothers. Poems. Loss. Funeral Service When my father passed away very suddenly, a neighbor came to comfort my Mom. “I have lost a parent very fast and very slow. The only difference is when you grieve. “If they pass away suddenly, you grieve afterwards. If they are sick for a long time, you grieve then.” This poem speaks to that immediate loss.   Gone But Not Forgotten We sat beside your bedside, Our hearts were crushed And sore; We did our best to the end, ‘Til we could do no more.   In tears we watched You sinking, We watched you fade away; And though our hearts Were... (Read More ...)

This lovely poem  of a life’s wisdom learned comes from from nanascorner.com. Grandma's Hearthstone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)   Slow Dance Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s Erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into The fading night? You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last… Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running... (Read More ...)