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| Nanna with Mum |
A couple of reasons to post
under this theme today:
- it’s my Mum’s birthday –
Happy Birthday Mum!
- I have some of her
mother’s (my Nanna’s poems) to share
There are many more of these
poems that Mum hasn’t been able to see because another member of her family has
them and doesn’t want to share.
For quite some time now, she has been telling
Mum that her daughter is going to publish them in a book with illustrations.
Mum is not getting any younger
(sorry Mum) and wonders if she will ever see these poems. She only wants a copy
of them.
Any hints for us?
What do you do with a family
member who won’t share family history or mementos?
Here are a couple of the poems my Mum does have,
written by her mother while still in her teens:
(along with a few photos taken around that time)
Nov 11th 1923
Lovely Flowers
How many flowers are left to
bear
The passing of the spring
O why are they so sweet left
there
If but the blustering wind
would bring
Some petals from another
flower
And so make life a different
thing
If only for an hour
So very soon do they depart
From all the earthly sound
And droop a weary withered
heart
Upon the sodden ground.
Autumn
When Autumn wind comes
whispering through the trees
It touches all the leaves
and turns them reddish gold
Methinks tis such a kindly
thing to do
When days are getting cold
Little red-gold leaves
flutter while you may
Soon the winter winds will
come and scatter you away.
Feb 21st 1925
Through My Window
Through my window comes a
whispering moaning sound
And the faint sweet breath
of pine
It awakens memories of years
ago
Of a home that was yours and
mine
Through my window shine the
stars
Each like a dear little
twinkling eye
Eyes that keep toll of the
happenings of night
You are but the reminder of
nights gone by
Through my window I bid you
goodnight
I hear no more the pines nor
the stars of night I trace
I only hear the lingering
sweetness of your voice
And see through a mist of
tears – your face.
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