Three years ago, I wrote a poem for my father for Father’s Day. I framed it and gave it to him – and just a few weeks ago, I learned it won a poetry contest sponsored by the Robert Frost Farm and Derry (NH) Public Library.
So what could I do for Mother’s Day?
As it turned out, I didn’t need to think about it very long. As I’ve mentioned several times here on the ol’ Triple-R, I’ve been cleaning out my parent’s house – the home I grew up in – and finding all sorts of nostalgic and historical treasures. Mom, who is in her ’80’s, is in the local nursing home and Dad is going to be joining her as soon as a bed opens up, so we’re talking about a good 50+ years of “stuff” their only child needs to sort through. Recently, I discovered a huge pile of photographs inside a dusty old trunk going back to when mom was a baby…as well as poetry!
All these years, and I’d never known Mom wrote poetry when she was young! I knew I’d gotten my sense of humor (and sense of direction) from Dad – but I’d always felt like he was where my creative side had come from, as well. While that’s certainly true, it’s very obvious by the plethora of poems Mom wrote that my penchant for poetry definitely comes from her.
Thanks, Mom!
So back to Mother’s Day. I decided to provide mom with an opportunity she’d never had: being published.
I thought this would be something unique for her, and a chance to allow her to enjoy something she’d never done. When my father was still in the army back in the ’50’s, he had wanted to get into radio, but opted for the more sensible (and much more lucrative) position as a building materials store manager. Many years later when I was working in radio, the station needed a new local talk show host and I suggested Dad, who ended up hosting his own show for about two years.
Now, it was Mom’s turn to shine!
Incense to the Mind and Dawn
With the dawn I wait
to fill and complete another day,
to touch and wake surrounding things
and have them listen and stay.
The misty light of feeling you have,
the smell of far-away incense
seems to cling to your nostrils,
……….and strangely, your mouth
……….……….and tongue – you
can taste its sensuous lift,
a lift to the mind and the soul;
the body? Sometimes a body changes
with the mind – sensing not an
air of incense upon itself, but
rather feeling a numbing,
senseless type of being.
And too, as the dawn waits
eagerly, to have the sun’s
……….assuring warmth –
where is the warmth of the
body? One’s own flesh?
Is it a true part of the
……….sense, or could it be
long forsaken – gone by –
has it, this warmth and strength,
been snatched from before
……….one’s eyes; or stolen
by vanity one day and
taken some other form, a
form that does not become
us, we who easily scoff
upon other bodies, and also
……….at righteous doings?
I feel and smell the incense
on me, around me – everywhere.
It’s quite strong this time, and
……….burns my eyes and fills
my throat with a heavy dust.
Either breathe deeper and choke
……….your life – or stay,
remain as the dawn, and
have every day one of
……….completeness.
– © 1960, Virginia Gertrude Agnes Johnson
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Mom was 28 when she wrote this poem, and the most startling thing to me about it is the fact that it’s free verse; Mom has always been a very straight-laced, traditional sort of person, so seeing her writing without care for meter or rhyme makes me feel like I barely know her! And I’m not sure what to make of her sentiments, but it’s an astonishing side of her I’ve never experienced.
I hope you are able to do something nice for your mother this weekend. Liz Steinglass is celebrating the release of her new poetry collection, Soccerverse (Wordsong, 2019) at her blog today, where she’s hosting the complete Poetry Friday roundup!
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Your Mom is beautiful and so is her poetry. What a gift for you to have found these treasures.
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Thanks, Kimberly. I do feel it’s a wonderful gift that she’s given me – both her tangible poetry as well as my love of the genre – so I wanted to give her some of that back.
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Simply exquisite, woman and words. What a gift. x
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hanks, Amy. I’m so happy to share with the world this side of Mom I never knew!
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Your mom is lovely and so is her poem. What a wonderful tribute to her! Isn’t it amazing how much we don’t know about our parents? I found a couple of poems my mother had written when she was in her twenties. We didn’t have books in the home where I grew up, and no one ever talked about poetry so finding her poems was a nice surprise. Thank you for sharing this, Matt. It brought back memories of my own mother.
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It is, indeed, amazing, Linda! What a nice surprise you found…and considering what you & I do for a living these days, discovering our parents’ poetry is inspirational, as well.
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Wow — you really discovered a rare treasure with her poetry! Must be interesting and fascinating to learn about this other side of her. Beautiful woman and words!
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It is fascinating, Jama – I’m still trying to figure out what was going through her mind at the time, I asked her about, it, and she didn’t even remember writing it.
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Cleaning out your parents’ home has been so full of treasures, Matt. This is certainly a beautiful discovery, the picture and the poem. Knowing the roots of your own special words is quite special.
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One treasure after another, Linda. I’m learning more about myself, as well.
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So cool for you to discover your mom’s poetry! I think we can never truly know our parents, especially who they were before we were born. But it’s a treasure to have remembrances like this. Thanks for sharing with us.
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Thank you, Buffy. You’re right, we never really know them because they are ‘parents’ – not ‘poets’ or ‘teachers’ or ‘doctors’ or anything. So seeing things like this open up a whole new world.
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A lovely way to honor your mother, Matt. The picture and poem are both wonderful. Thanks for sharing, and I’m sure she thanks you for being such a thoughtful son!
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Thanks, Karen – she did seem to get a kick out of being a ‘nationally-published poet,’ as I called her. 😀
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Your mother’s poem is beautiful! Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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What a beautiful gift for you mother Matt. It’s a glorious poem. My mother died a few years ago so Mother’s day is still kind of sad for me. She used to recite poetry from memory so perhaps I will read some of her favourites on Sunday in memory of her.
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I’m so sorry your mom’s no longer here, Cheriee – but that’s a wonderful idea!
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What a treasure you found in her deep and moving words–Thanks for sharing her poem and the lovely images of her too!
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Thanks, Michelle. Who knows what I’ll find next??
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Wow. I found her poem incredibly intimate. I find what she’s done here–sharing one’s deepest reflections–can be so strangely difficult to do. How amazing to have found her poetry. Happy Mother’s Day to her.
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Thank you, Liz. Yes, I was surprised at how personal and introspective it is, even if it’s difficult to get into, as she’s never come across as a very introspective sort of person. A new way to view Mom.
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What a gift for your mother for Mother’s Day. Please tell her I enjoyed her beautiful poem. The images and questions she poses will linger with me throughout the day. Thank you for sharing the treasure you found!
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Thank you, Kay, I appreciate that!
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What a beautiful gift to your mother, and finding her poem, a beautiful gift to you! I remember when my dad began to write poems in earnest—it’s a wonderful bond to share with a parent. My dad hasn’t been writing much lately, but I hope he’ll get back to it one day.
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Thanks, Michelle. Be sure to save whatever your dad writes!
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How fun for you to find roots you never knew you had, and what a perfect gift — giving your mom the chance to be published!
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I thought she might get a kick out of it, so hopefully she did – at 87, I’m not sure if she completely understood, but I think she appreciated it.
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What a touching poem, Matt. It is so tender and filled with intense emotion.
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Thanks, Carol. I had no idea how ‘literary’ my folks were !
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