Love poem by my mother My parents were married on May 3rd, 1924 Mother wrote this poem a few years later: “If I could give to you one only gift To hold forever, in remembrance of me, Twould be the peace that enters in the heart When love comes there to dwell, all silently. I’d […]
Poetry
Change of mind
When I was teaching at Kent State, we ate at a dorm: I thought it would improve family conversation, manners, and save me work. The kids preferred to talk with college students and when I saw one kid pick up a handful of mashed potatoes and smear it down her face I thought, “so much […]
Poem by Gillian
Everyone sleeps but I am risen with the sun, and the grass wets with cold and freshness above my knees, softly then under the trees through the fence. Down now, to be seen is to be caught. Scramble up a cliffside scraping, stinging, and brambles hold me down. The trees at the top are quiet […]
cam comments
My friend, Rodd Whelpley, has discovered various farm cams online but, he says the viewer can’t experience what you did growing up on the farm. “One can’t hear the whoosh of the milk as it leaves the udders, smell the cow patties that the animal drops, feel the hair on the backside of the cow, […]
Skylark
In England “ert” is pronounced “art” so I lived in “Barkshire” I lay on my back on a sunny hill listening to a skylark. Our eighth-grade teacher had us memorize Shelley’s Skylark poem, the first verse, not because she knew about “art” but because the last line contains a six syllable word, “unpremeditated,” remarkable by […]
Comments by Jackie’s kids
Elspeth, 10: “Oh mother I love kissing kittens under the arms!” Elspeth, 10: “Aargh! I hate finishing a good book!” Jill, 17, peeling a potato: “Here is its stem. Potatoes always seem so self-sufficient. You don’t think of them as having stems.” Jill, 17: “I have to write a Canterbury tale tonight. How long did […]
Poem by Gillian
Everyone sleeps but I am risen with the sun, and the grass wets with cold and freshness above my knees, softly then under the trees through the fence. Down now, to be seen is to be caught. Scramble up a cliffside scraping, stinging, and brambles hold me down. The trees at the top are quiet […]
Engaging people with poetry
Illinois Poet Laureate Angela Jackson fell in love with poetry at a tender age, thanks to a poem called “Eletelephony” by Laura Elizabeth Richards, which begins: “Once there was an elephant/Who tried to use the telephant.“ “The musicality, the rhyme,” Jackson said. “I was in love.” When Jackson was 8 years old, she wrote a […]
Chutzpah
It would’ve been nice to be asked. After all I was a bridesmaid at their wedding 60 years ago been family historian did a lot of tending to our folks in their waning years though I live much farther away did most of the cleaning of the family home went to their kids and grandkids […]
Goldfish
When a graduate student lived at my house in Springfield he brought along his alligator. Every so often he would come home with a little package, the sort you get Chinese food in he would announce “feeding frenzy!” I would join him at the alligator’s tank and Andy would pour in the goldfish. Then what […]
Chutzpah
It would’ve been nice to be asked. After all I was a bridesmaid at their wedding 60 years ago been family historian did a lot of tending to our folks in their waning years though I live much farther away did most of the cleaning of the family home went to their kids and grandkids […]
Nine Pointers poem
by Megan and Gillian (in their teens) How to care for children and keep them out of trouble 1. Supply them with books 2. Supply them with good books 3. Give them reading material 4. Let them read 5. Take them to the library 6. Find lots of good books 7. Teach them to read […]
