Category: Poems Of Remembrance

My Mother’s Birthday: Two Poems

God’s Grace

You went on
After more losses
Than I can name

With you as
Mother and model
I must do the same

You suffered and
I do not ask you
To bear more pain

You are eternally well
Still saying, “I love you”
Again and again

(Published in Bell’s Letters No. 109; and The Discerning Poet, Autumn 2004) 

And two years later…

Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
Mother

Published in Bell’s Letters Poet No. 115, Jan. 2006.

Poem for Georgia O’Keeffe

The ripples of a life:
Your black iris hangs
In my study–
(the walls are grey and
you would approve);
How could you know the beauty
You would bring into our lives
You, who painted flowers
big to make us see–
Intensity of color to
Mirror intensity of soul,
And, having found
Expression, tranquillity of
Soul.

You couldn’t have known, not truly.
You were simply working hard,
Faithful to what you saw.

You painted your way
And your passing grieves me.

Published in HARD ROW TO HOE, Reviews From Rural America (Winter 1994, Vol III).

The print referred to is from a showing of O’Keeffe’s work at The Madison Art Center:  Paintings 1919 – 1977.
March 3 –  April 29, 1984. 

Acrostic For GRIEF

     G  OD’S
     R  ESURRECTION
     I   NFORMS
     E  VERY
     F  EELING

Published in SMILE ( No. 44, 2004).

This acrostic was given to me after my mother’s passing.

In loving memory of Enola M. Borgh.

Blessings, Ellen

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Update, October 1, 2014:  I have a small site, Grief And Acceptance.

A Poem For You (1991)

I taped up a picture of you
It must have been your last
Healthy Christmas–long overdue,
But you understand
I know you do.

And I’m up early to have some
Time alone before teaching, too
And I understand even more now
You know I do.

Mom’s doing better now…
She told me how you stood
Between two railroad cars
All the way from Washington D.C.
To Chicago after World War II.

And I’m teaching my heart out
Giving essay tests, too
Pouring out my soul
Like you used to do.

It’s Christmas again, and I
Taped up a picture of you
I’m writing poems and
Taking walks–doing fine
But missing you
Has not ceased with time.

In loving memory of Harold and Enola Borgh.  Your love is with me always.  We shall meet again.

Published in Midwest Poetry Review (1993); Bell’s Letters (1993); The Spirit of Christmas (1994, Weems Concepts).

Also included in my chapbook, And So My Soul (2001, Elin Grace Publishing).  Scripture from the King James Version of the Holy Bible.  Cover and illustrations by Charles A. Waugaman.   Design and Graphics by Jeffery Dickson.  ISBN 978-0-9729848-0-5.

Photo of the amaryllis is by Karl.