I had this poem ready to publish on Saturday morning but suddenly
found myself in my very doubting Thomas mood.
What am I giving? A sweet story from childhood.
My spirit got low and I got a feeling of meaninglessness when I
listened and looked at events in the world.
This planet we say we love but yet destroy.
If it was lack of scientific knowledge we could be forgiven but can
complacency for the sake of earning more money be forgiven.
Consequences are known but hidden in strongholds. After all, we will
all be gone when the worst events take place. Our children, grandchildren and future generations are left to deal with the result.
Then, for some unknown reason I read a poem by “Ella Wheeler Wilcox:
‘To sin by silence, when we should protest, makes cowards out of man”
Reading up about this woman I was in tears and you can understand why
I felt doubts about what I am writing. Although I have attempted poems on this subject in e.g. “Flower to behold”, I feel we all can say it stronger and with passion. Believing so matters.
Meanwhile I will after all post my peaceful poem as we also need to know what is important in life.
I remember him clearly, my gamlefarfar
though I was only five, six and seven;
First memory to enter my conscious being
is one of happiness and warmth,
His eyes glinting like sun on sea, with mystery,
as they rested on me.
I was told he is my gamlefarfar,
that didn’t mean much to me;
It does mean he is my kin.
I know I will find him in his treasured workshop,
slowly I open the door, he waves me in;
On the workbench are placed
I know they are for me,
excited I walk forward
give a curtsy, as our eyes speak,
His with humour and love,
mine shy and happy.
He has tought me to build
out of match boxes,
furnitures for my tiny dolls;
he left out paint and glue;
Happily I set to
using fantasy and dreams
all the while feeling his warmth.
He smokes a pipe ever now and again
whilst creating woodwork so grand,
I am in awe and keep quiet
as not to disturb,
but often I catch his eyes on me, with that glint.
As his pipe burns out,
we work together
in total harmony,
I hope he also will tell me a tale.
© miriam ivarson
gamlefarfar = great grandfather