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Poems For My Mother

When Charlotte Digregorio thanked me for reblogging her post, she mentioned that she enjoyed this blog and my writing about my mother.

I wrote a lot about my mother in the early years of this blog.  Her passing was in 2004, and I had the privilege of helping with her care for years.

These are a few of the poems I wrote for my mother.

EASTER DINNER

The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.

(Easter Dinner was published first in Time Of Singing, 1993.  The poem goes back to a time when my mother was growing a new life, after my father’s passing.)

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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.)

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

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

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another year
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too

for Enola M. Borgh
1917 – 2004

in loving memory and peace

My mother was a professor in the English Department at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.

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And a haiku and photo of flowers:

groceries for Mom
fresh flowers
always on the list

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Ellen Grace Olinger

Short Poems for July

recollections
of summers gone by
voices on the breeze

From 2012

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country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

Time Of Singing
Summer 2012

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early hours
of quiet and poetry
gardens overflow
and if some winter
my mind forgets
my heart will know

From 2015

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loved for years
and now I know your name
blue chicory

“loved for years” was reprinted by Charlotte Digregorio for the Daily Haiku: May 27, 2017.

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chicory_illustrationImage: wpclipart

Planting with Hope by Charles A. Waugaman

Planting with Hope

I worked because I hoped for coming rain.
The dry earth by itself could woo no growth
From seeds entrusted to its dusty care,
But there was still tomorrow,
Damp with hope.

I lingered for the lilacs were in bloom.
Great plumes of purple watched me as I raked
Prompting my trust, inspiring my desire
And there was still tomorrow,
Primed with hope.

I labored where the waves of scented wind
Embraced me, and continuing till dusk,
Thinned the rich air with freshened cool delight,
For there would be tomorrow’s
Rain, I hoped.

By Charles A. Waugaman
Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need (2007, Elin Grace Publishing).
All Rights Reserved.

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Please see the books page at Time Of Singing if you wish more information about this poetry anthology.  All proceeds benefit Time of Singing.

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Creative Notes

Lora Homan Zill, the editor of Time Of Singing, offers reflections and practical advice in her Editor’s Arias.  In her Spring 2017 essay, she shares her insights from her experience teaching at conferences.

I served as a judge for the summer contest, and enjoyed the poems. The deadline is past, and the form this time was Haiku, Senryu, or Tanka.  My haiku have been published in Time Of Singing since the early 1990s.  You can read other forms of poetry on the TOS sample poems page.

Our peonies will bloom this month.  This is a photo from last year.