A great poem by Hilda Graham to enjoy, and to read to your children or grandchildren at bedtime: I Wonder Why

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.

• Tupperware manager Heidi Rosen called our attention to this great inspirational poem by Marv Hardin, entitled:  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:   All Wet.
   
• Our Watkins and Fuller customer, Bella Smith,  who is a classical music conductor and poet  has forwarded a beautiful and interesting site:  Life's Echo. 
   
• From frequent contributor Sherry Benson this anonymous poem with "true" humor:  The Rancher.
   
• In Memory of my late brother Teddy (Edward) from Hilda Graham
   

• From contributor Hilda Graham:  "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 Sherry Benson:  Read  "Twas the night...."
  
  

• Greetings from Patrick Ginsbach -  Ich wünsche 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.  Seasick.>
  

• From Cynthia MacGregor's great newsletter, this Thanksgiving prayer.
  
  
• 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 Our Lawn.
  
  
• Frequent 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 trousers:  Pockets!
   

• 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 Christmas memories from Hilda about bygone times as a child in England, plus her Christmas poem that we can take to heart throughout the coming year, Christmas Time.
   

• Jackie Metcalf has written a poem; read it and let it rattle around your subconscious as you work toward forming your New Year's Resolutions.   Empty Versus Overfilled.
   

• Hello, Mister 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 and Tears. 
   

• Granddaughter Jackie sends another poem she wrote, defining weather as an animal:  The Snake!
  
  

• 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 Linda's Lyrics.
   

• 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, Freedom.
   

• 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
   

• Fuller Rep Linda Mann forwards us Gentle Hugs.   
   

• Here's a poem from granddaughter Jackie:  Who am I ?
  

• Haiku?  Headline Haiku?  I can't believe this site, called to my attention by ChefAl 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.   The Eagle.
   

• 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 about her.
  
  
• 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.   
   

• Look at Me from the head of our Tupperware® distributorship.  For those in contact with the elderly; we'll all be there sometime.

• Lost Love by Abbyann.   Remembering the good times and the loss.
   
• Have a Safe and Happy Holiday   Take this one to heart!  Cab fare is cheap at any price!  Forwarded by Richard Niquette.
   
• He Wanted To See Another Fall by Rich Rowand - Thoughts on the death of a beloved pet.
   
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