A great poem by Hilda Graham to enjoy, and to read
to your children or grandchildren at bedtime: I Wonder
An answer to the age-old question? Found in
Tip du Jour's great
newsletter: What is Life?
Submitted by Dorcas McIntosh, age13:
A Glass Box.
From son Mark (Zog) Metcalf
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Tupperware manager Heidi Rosen
called our attention to this great inspirational poem by
Train of Life.
- Hilda's Graham's
Thanksgiving Day - don't forget those far
away while you enjoy!
- Dr. Charles J. Kaiser of Miami has a new take
on the story of the Great Flood. Listen up, those of you with flood problems....
or conversely, water shortages:
Bella Smith, who is a classical music conductor and poet has forwarded a beautiful and interesting site:
- From frequent contributor
Sherry Benson this anonymous poem with "true" humor:
"I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and have a New Year filled with good health,
happiness and peace. Here is a poem I wrote regarding
New Years Resolutions."
Forwarded to us for Christmas by contributor
"Twas the night...."
Patrick Ginsbach - Ich wŁnsche Euch allen ein frohes und gesegnetes
Weihnachtsfest und einen guten Rutsch ins Jahr
2004 ! (German)
Hilda Graham wrote this poem aboard
ship while coming the the USA as a war bride in 1946.
great newsletter, this Thanksgiving
- One way to promote your health (mental and physical)
and live longer and happier is to maintain strong social and/or family ties,
and for those with religious beliefs, regular involvement and attendance at
a place of worship can make a big difference. Here's a poem by Donna Moore
about her beliefs; It's Just Church.
- Granddaughter Jackie Metcalf and I have two
generations between us - one reason I can never claim to understand her way
of looking at things, our shared "bad genes" non-withstanding. Her poetry
since she was about nine years old leaves one thinking... and thinking...
Everywhere, In Everything. But
that's what poetry should do, provoke another point of view.
- From Contributor Hilda Graham: "It is
getting to be that time of year again. Time to take care of our yards. Here
is a little something I wrote." Bless
contributor Hilda Graham
had a birthday yesterday, and received the best present a Mom could possibly
get from her daughter Julie. Read "WHAT MY MOM
MEANS TO ME!" Happy Birthday, Hilda, and many more to share with
your family and friends, and our readers.
Another poem from
Great-Aunt Amelia's scrapbook, from
an age when little boys wore dresses until a "certain age" and girls NEVER wore
When something so unexpected as the Columbia
disaster happens, we are all reminded how fragile life really is. Here's
a poem by Hilda Graham: God's Gift.
Here's some lovely
from Hilda about bygone times as a child in England, plus her Christmas poem
that we can take to heart throughout the coming year,
has written a poem; read it and let it rattle around your subconscious as you
work toward forming your New Year's Resolutions.
Skunk from Hilda; a children's' poem and little story.
Happy Halloween, from Hilda, dedicated
to her grandchildren.
You Turned Away :
This poem expresses the pain still felt by someone who was molested
as a child.
Granddaughter Jackie found
this poem on a site for rape victims: Anger
Granddaughter Jackie sends another
poem she wrote, defining weather as an animal:
Alex Pettus, a fifth grader who
attends the Lutheran extended care where granddaughter Jackie volunteers, wrote
this poem, Tiger, Tiger.
After a quick search on the web
where I found the poem forwarded to me, "I'm
Glad You're in my Dash", published on various sites with no attribution
as to author, I posted it also. I have been notified that this is a copyrighted
item and the author is Linda Ellis. She has a really great site; take
a look and you can read the poem at
Hilda Graham sends another poem
with a timely comment on our kids in today's society. It asks:
Is This The Real World?
Part of my compulsive creativity stems from insomnia.
After a near-dawn cup of ginger tea and listening to Aaron Neville's "A Change
is Gonna Come", I went back to bed and composed this poem,
Here's a great new poem from Hilda Graham:
My Red, Red Rose.
It's windstorm season again. Hilda
Graham has seen a major one first-hand - and has sent us another poem:
The Lubbock Tornado.
Hilda sends a poem,
The Years We've Shared. Beautiful sentiments,
which I share too.
From Aunt Amelia's Scrapbook -
How to be Happy
Rep Linda Mann forwards us Gentle Hugs.
Here's a poem from granddaughter Jackie:
Who am I ?
Haiku? I can't believe this site, called to my attention by
of Great World Chefs. How do you find these
things, Chef Al, and still find time to cook?
Do you know what a haiku is? A delectable
morsel of food? A lovely object of art? A healing inspiration?
A lost child's lament? A subtle witticism? A silent song in
your mind? Take a look at Lark on Phone Wires
and get ready to enjoy!
I'm inspired by Granddaughter Jackie's English
assignment about weather as compared to an animal. I jotted this one down;
The Spider. Jackie will probably come
through with additional ones. Here's a summer assignment;
send me some more!
Granddaughter Jackie was asked in school to write
a poem comparing any animal with a weather phenomenon.
Forwarded from a
Fuller Brush customer, Patricia Thompson:
I Went to a Party, Mom. Read it and
take positive action!
Discussion of a small squabble between far relatives,
fortunately now resolved, reminded me of Bob Eberth's great poem,
Tickling the Porcupine.
I Am A Closed
Box by granddaughter Jackie.
- It's hard enough when higher income women are
divorced, abandoned or widowed, but it's cruel indeed in the lower income strata,
where it seems to most often take place. I wrote this poem. "Somebody
Should Have Told Me", in 1968 in sympathy with these mothers.
- An ode to March,
by my grandmother, Ellen Church Williamson, written in 1944. Also
an index to her poems and stories
- For anyone who has lost a beloved pet and wonders
if dogs go to heaven: a poem, Waiting
at the Gate.
- Reprinted with permission from Confidence
in a Can, a former site that provided low cost pre-formatted workbooks for
persons in the health care field: It's
Not My Fault You're Old by Ann McMillan.
- I wrote this poem,
Contrasts, many years ago with my great-aunt
Amelia Hine in mind.
- An Irish
Blessing - and more - from Tara. It isn't
good luck to miss this one!
- A contribution from granddaughter Jackie:
School (Middle): some reasons for disliking
school, from both ends.
at Me from the head of our
For those in contact with the elderly; we'll all be there sometime.
Submit your poem (or your kid's or grandkid's with their permission)