Thursday, August 30, 2012

Poetry Jam - Letters & Friday Flash 55 "Dear Grandmother & Susan"




Grandmother's Journal

A century old, they still ring true,
These words of yesterday are dear.
'Tis faint and small these words in blue.
A century old, they still ring true.
A time of youth and deja vu,
Enlightened life at which I peer.
A century young, they still ring true,
These words of yesterday are dear.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 03-14-11

The above is a poem I wrote in March of 2011.  The challenge for Poetry Jam "Letters" is to write a poem about letters.  This is, obviously, a journal, but it kind-of fit in.  HERE is my Grandmother Marguerite's journal which I have not yet completed.  It is her journal documenting her trip to Yellowstone in 1915 (which was the last year before the automobile was allowed in).

But, just so I play by the rules, I will add the following poem which is about my sister who died before I was two.  She and I looked alike and she was very artistic.  I have a few of her drawings, colored papers, and I recently found this letter tucked away in some old photographs.  (the other side is written on as well).

I am linking the following "Dear Grandmother & Susan" up with Friday Flash 55.



Dear Grandmother,

Today we went to a Brownie mother daughter breakfast.  I went over to Raeanns house.  Made a fort.  Almost had it done when Raeann had to go in.  Hope you get home soon! 

Susan

Forever eight,
blond, blue-eyed.
Artwork, letters,
photos, all I have.
I am told
she loved me
very much.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 30, 2012



22 comments:

Helen said...

Margaret,
Both poems incredibly beautiful, misty-eye producing .. thank you for sharing.

Barbara said...

Elegant brevity. That is how I would describe this lovely poem, perhaps reflecting Susan's brief life. Also my goal when I write, coincidentally.

Daydreamertoo said...

Good grief. Deeply touching Margaret. I'm sure your sister did love you very much too.
Precious family letters and keepsakes.

Brian Miller said...

my grandfathers were both dead by the time i was 10...i have a few memories...that bit touched me...i cherish the pictures i do have of them to take me back there....

Leslie said...

Thank you for being one of those dear faithful people who have encouraged me this year (in many ways)
I'm waiting for more tests to determine if I have Pancreatic cancer (not the easiest of cancers to cure) but as you can see in my blog
the sustaining power of God is quite amazing to behold

Leslie
cherish your prayers dear one!!!

Leslie said...

P.S. your work beautiful (poignant) as ever

Stafford Ray said...

A loving poem that says a lot about you. And it is true..." They shall grow not old, As we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them..."

Margaret said...

Stafford Ray... that quote is just beautiful and oh, so true. Thank you.

Margaret said...

Leslie... you star shines bright. You are amazing and my prayers will continue for you in earnest!

Mary Ann Potter said...

Oh, these are lovely. I miss my grandma. I got blessed reading this beautiful work, Margaret.

G-Man said...

Margaret Bednar...
I've plum run out of superlitives for you.
Beautiful, touching, heart-tugging,
tear-jerking, amazing.
Loved your sisterly 55
Thank You for sharing part of your heart and soul with us...
Have a Kick Ass Week-End

(Loved your header pic)

G-Man said...

Margaret...I did have my suspicions..:-)

PattiKen said...

Your first poem is so beautiful. It flows with with such ease. The second is so poignant. Well done with both.

Heaven said...

These are precious...love the letters, from your grandmother and your sister ~

That last one, Susan, is specially lovely and moving ~

Melissa Bickel said...

Your poem reads like a triolet. Love the repetitive lines. Sometimes words are just as sweet or powerful as they were written many moons ago. Truly enjoyed reading this.

izzy said...

Sad the sister died- I never got the pleasure- just a far flung brother!
thanks for writing,playing and sharing.

Alice Audrey said...

You make me feel like crying.

Linc said...

Beautiful poetry. I admire your work on your grandmother's journal; it looks to be very interesting so far.

Peggy said...

Quite a lot captured in these old letters--I do think of a journal as a kind of letter to the future. I have my gr grandmother's journal and even the fragment of her life that are captured there are so interesting.

hedgewitch said...

Your grandmother's journal(which I've read bits of from your sidebar before) is truly fascinating, and a time capsule of her life--how neat that you can open it and learn so many years later what life was like for her. Of your two poems, both very expressive, the second really was moving for me.

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

I would give anything for my grandparents to leave me something written but they were all illiterate.
Love your 55 and thank you so much for sharing.
Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND BLESSED WEEKEND!!!
hugs
shakira

A Daft Scots Lass said...

So, so beautiful