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from my #MustReadin2021 list |
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from my #MustReadin2021 list |
it’s freely given
that palette from her garden,
transplanted to mine
painted perfection escorts
an autumn-driven word song
Linda Baie ©
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Blowing Out The Summer Candles
I’ve cartwheeled my way through the summer
eaten melons and berries off vines,
splashed in neighborhood lakes,
and cooled off sipping shakes.
This summer is working out fine.
The watermelon’s ready for picking,
My peach tree leans low with its pearls.
In the mornings I played,
napped with afternoon shade.
This summer’s an agreeable whirl.
I know that it can’t last forever-
to laze in the blaze of the sun.
Lemonade has been iced;
one more week will suffice.
Sigh, summer is leaving. ‘Twas fun.
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I imagine many of you have sweet memories of evening reading. It's nearly time for bed but first, it's time to read, or tell, favorite stories. Along with a voice from someone loved, that voice might also bring a song memory. However, the evening isn't always the time we read. A quiet moment can be found anytime to stop, to read words that remind us what a wonder of a world we live in. Nancy Tupper Ling's new anthology will help do just that!
I asked Nancy if a past memory, perhaps as a young child, motivated her to begin gathering these lovely poems so that others, family members or teachers, could share with their young ones how special the world they live in is? She answered with words and a poem!
One poem entitled “Tonight . . . “ from our For Every Little Thing collection was inspired by a beautiful day our family spent in San Francisco. This city is where my husband grew up and where most of his family still lives, so we visit often. When my daughter, Elizabeth, was about six years old, we walked down Lombard, the famously crooked street, and eventually ended up by The Marina, overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. We had just experienced a quintessential San Francisco day.
That’s when Elizabeth said the words that lead to my poem’s creation. “Mama,” she said. “Tonight I will dream of the purple flowers, the ones that made you smile today. They’ll dance overhead. Their blossoms looked like fingers waving to the people. And I will dream that an orange fox sits beside me.”
Her words struck me then (enough to write the poem), but I also kept them close when creating FOR EVERY LITTLE THING with June! For a young child to treasure such specific things that happened in her day…so much so that she planned her nighttime dreams around them, that is the type of gratitude we hope this anthology fosters. Both a spontaneous and a planned gratitude are what we envisioned for our young readers. Let’s not pass by these simple gifts that we’re given daily. Let’s stop, breath, observe, and perchance dream.
It's exciting to share a new book and even more exciting to share one that fits my idea of a special pleasure, reading to children. I've read to all ages because I'm a teacher. I love when I finish and more than one child asks to borrow the book. Then, of course, we have to make a list to take turns. Also wonderful are the times I've read to my own children, and now grandchildren. Sharing books through a read-aloud means creating unique and special memories.
June Cotner and Nancy Tupper Ling have gathered, as the cover says, "poems and prayers to celebrate the day" into this new anthology, For Every Little Thing. In our recent months of challenges, there may be times when children hear the bad news and need reminding that there are many things to appreciate every single day!
For all the years you’ve missed,
I carry words in my pocket–
LOVE, HONOR, GRIEF.
Sometimes they are enough.
Other times,
the entire dictionary
will not suffice.
Linda Baie ©
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Remembering
I wrote a long text intro
separated by the happy
and the sad, all memories
of September, all the years
gone, 2021 to be lived
and again, remembered.
Then, I mixed it and
poured it out condensed.
Twenty years ago:
first grandchild,
daughter’s wedding planned,
class trip to Costa Rica,
slammed into 9/11.
That day of school remembered
with heartbreak, with students
who didn't need that worry?
For me, a dear Grandma’s birthday.
I remember, I remember,
and now all will remember this September
ending the war whose seeds sprouted
that September.
This Saturday, eight years ago,
my husband died,
a sunny day readying for fall
but he couldn’t stay.
Now I sing an old song
“Try To Remember”
with somber shades
overlaid by sweet memories.
We can’t forget.
We don’t want to remember,
yet still do
“When life was slow and oh, so mellow."
Thanks to Tom Jones & Harvey Schmidt for a special song, "Try to Remember"!
I feel a need to write that I am aware that life is not always great for everyone no matter the year, but for me in many early years, good memories.