My interview with the Toginet Radio station, to be aired on The Author Talk Show, is set for June 12th. They seem to be very friendly and willing to give me their time, which is very nice! They are located in eastern Texas. Looking forward to it!
They were playing in the ocean,
A mother and her sons.
A warm and sultry summer’s day,
A bit of harmless fun.
Too suddenly it happened,
Not a warning nor a sign-
Like an undersea tornado
It sucked them out in little time.
The older boy was strongest,
Pulling free—-his mom implored
That he try to swim to safety,
So he headed back to shore.
Vowing he would save them both,
Yet his race for help was slow-
Exhausted by his struggle
And still so far to go.
Her little one was floundering,
Too young to hold his own.
He couldn’t tread the water
Nor could he swim alone.
She knew the chance was very slim
That help would come in time.
To save her son from drowning,
She would leave herself behind.
She’d put him on her shoulders
And show him how to clap
The water with his little hands
And stay afloat like that.
She’d be underneath the water
And would fight to hold her breath,
But she would die so he could live-
It was all that she had left.
In tears she kissed her son goodbye
And trying to be brave
She placed him on her shoulders,
And slipped beneath the waves.
The rescue team was summoned
By the son who swam to shore.
Arriving out to sea, they found
His little brother, only four.
He was clapping at the water
And sobbing, yet alive.
Too late to save their mother-
She had known she’d not survive.
In dying, she had given life,
No greater one can be.
Her sons are living tributes
To that choice she made at sea.
In memory of the woman who did this!
The blog for this week concerns why do I put this ending under so many of my poems. In all of my writing, the thing I like most to do is to write about the lives of others. What is making other people happy, their life situations and circumstances, and /or what effect they have had on me. So many people have stirred within me a profound sense of emotion and pure awe. Some of them I know, others I only know of. They may be relatives, friends, or someone I have never met. Many have touched my life in ways they know nothing of. Their struggle, or their grief, or what they had to overcome has spurred me to want to remember them in a poem. And so I have. And many times.
Often my “For Love Of”s come at the end of a poem about my love for someone. I have written many about my three lovely and beautiful daughters and at the end of each, I will put “For Love Of” this particular daughter. Some go at the end of verses written about my husband such as in the poem “The Present”, or the one titled “The Highway Man”. “And Now A Little Boy” is for the love of my adorable little grandson and granddaughter.
And then there are those who have inspired me so, brought me to tears, held me in the palm of their own life, and made me vow to never forget them. Here are but a few…..
“The Sacrifice”….about a young mother who decides to allow herself to drown at sea in order to save her little boy.
“Strong Survivor”….the enduring strength of a widow.
“Why”…..a little baby dies of crib death.
“And Then I Wake And You Are Gone”….the story about a young girl who loses her best friend.
“Dark Hours”….a womans’s last few hours with her husband.
“Unborn Soul”….for women everywhere.
“Hanging On”……a woman endures such suffering and pain.
Their stories are never ending because life is never ending. It stops for no one, leaving us with no choice but to cope and endure, and for so many, this is asking almost the impossible. I want to write about them, remember them, admire their strengths, and be so thankful to have been influenced by how they are dealing with their nearly impossible fates. I want to express my love by saying, “For Love Of” this amazing person!! Hope to see you next time.
The blog for this week concerns the meaning of a “poetical autobiography”, and how poetry has been part of my personal growth. Actually, the two go hand in hand. I consider my book to be a poetical autobiography because in each of my chapters, or lanterns, the first poems are those I wrote when about 13 years old, and continue on with poems through the years on that same topic until I published my book, some 47 years later. I have been able to see my personal growth as my poems have evolved from one decade to another. Some of my earlier poems are somewhat childish and embarrassing, while those in my later years are more serious and more reflective of what life is all about. Consider these examples:
In Chapter 2, A Lantern on Love and Family :
“At Carnival Time”
The children are happy; their faces are bright;
They laugh and yell in all their delight.
Some young, some old, some big, some small
Have gathered here, oh one and all
At carnival time
The above was one of my very earliest poems written about 13 years old. The end poem under this Lantern goes like this….
“Life Allowed An Answer”
And so we have…we’ve taken risks
With secrets we have shared,
But never stepping out of bounds
On those we love and care.
The clocks for us are older,
But both of us have tried
To be so ever grateful
Life answered, by and by.
In the Lantern on Philosophy and Self:
I’ll sing a song
Of right and wrong
Of joy and love
Of Him above.
I’ll sing of fear
Or danger near.
I’ll sing of wants
Or that which haunts.
The above was written first in this chapter, and one near the end goes:
“Spur of the Moment”
An outing never scheduled;
It didn’t make your list,
But one you’re ever thankful
Was not the one you missed.
Someone asks you how you are,
You start to say “not great”;
Then you turn in time to see
His leg is in a brace.
So, hopefully, a difference can be seen. Next time I will be addressing my favorite topic….hope you will tune in!
I am looking forward to having a radio interview, in the near future, on the Author Talk Radio Show with Toginet Radio out of Northeast Texas. I will be able to discuss my book and my reasons for writing it, etc. Hopefully, I will feel at ease with it because the show is for authors of all kinds of books. I will keep you posted about this upcoming event!
Although the sky seems blue, ’tis not,
And do we see the wind a lot?
We don’t. For only in the swaying trees
Is shown the wind to you and me.
A mountain looming far and still
Would seem to be but o’re that hill.
When of’t we hope that something’s near,
We sadly learn ’twas never here.
If dare I seek to read your heart,
Because I’ve known you from the start,
Invariably, I’ll read you wrong
While sure I knew you all along.
And wonder I how well we know
That part of us that never shows.
How deep goes truth till fantasy
Disguises true reality?
Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday, so I wanted to put something here about mothering in honor of it.
If only I could ease your pain
And wipe away your tears,
To see you never frown again
And keep you safely near.
If only I could show you how
To solve your every woe,
Erasing thus your furrowed brow
While troubles swiftly go.
If only I could keep you strong
For that which comes your way,
And help you choose each right and wrong
Throughout your busy day.
If only I could keep you safe
And ward off every harm
Before it has the chance to chafe
Or interrupt your charm.
If only I could see you laugh
And hear it echo long,
And know “twas not for my behalf
You sang your happy.
If only I could send you love
Beyond my very own,
Whatever kind you’re dreaming of,
The kind you ache to know.
If only I could do all these
And see your face aglow,
For then, in turn, you’d clearly see
How much I love you so!
For Love Of My Three Girls