Friday (Not) Original Poem

I thought that since many of us are cozily ensconced (or not) in the bosoms of our families this weekend, this was a perfect poem.

Ancestry

The damp had got its grip years ago

But gone unnoticed.  The heads of the joists

Feathered slowly in the cavity wall

And the room’s wet belly had begun to bow

Once we’d ripped the boards up, it all came out:

The smell atfirst, then the crumbling wood

Gone to seed, all its muscles wasted.

You pottered back and to with tea, soda bread,

Eighty years shaking on a plastic tray.

One by one we looked up, nodded and then slipped

Under the floor. We moved down there like fish

In moonlight, or divers on an old ship.

-Sean Hewitt

Thanksgiving

Today, I am thankful for family.  With my mom and sister far away this year, I post two poems by my nephew Jude.

Wrestling poem

Wrestling  is as easy as going through a brick wall.

It's as fun as eating chocolate.

It's as painful as being stabbed by a nail.

It's as tiring as running 50 miles.

JUDE

I am a hawk,

with a sharp eye.

I am a clown,

no one is as funny as I.

I am a bear,

Strong and tricky.

I am a  owl,

Smart and zippy.

With Gratitude Wednesday

Giving thanks today for:

1. A loving husband
2. 3 beautiful girls
3. My sister, Jo
4. My parents, Juan and Carol
5. My dear aunt Jan and her sons, Eric and Jon
6. AMAZINGLY talented friends(too many to list)
7. Poetry
8. My proximity to nature
9. Our dog Memphis
10. For life, love, and the struggles that reap great rewards

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” - Mary Oliver