If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
who having eight children
and little opportunity for painting pictures,
sat one day on a high rock
beside a river in Switzerland
and from a difficult distance viewed
her second son, balanced on a small ice flow,drift down the current toward a waterfall
that struck rock bottom eighty feet below,
while her second daughter, impeded,
no doubt, by the petticoats of the day,
stretched out a last-hope alpenstock
(which luckily later caught him on his way) .
Nothing, it was evident, could be done;
And with the artist's isolating eye
My great-great-grandmother hastily sketched the scene.
The sketch survives to prove the story by.
Year, if you have no Mother's day present planned,
Reach back and bring me the firmness of her hand.
This poem paints a vivid picture of the scene in my mind. What a talent she had with the way she used her words!
Life adventure of a beloved if sketched into a picture by a grand grandest mother, it would be the best gift to her on Woman; s Day sure!
It seems that this lady passed away, before I got to say, that I enjoyed her imagery. I cannot speak for you, but, at least I said that I enjoyed it. Though it be posthumous! B.V.A. `
YEAR COMES AND GOES; SILENTLY PASSES AWAY THE TIME; BUT A MIND THERE LIVES MANY DESIRES, MANY HOPES, MANY PRAYERS; A CONNOISSEUR MIND ALWAYS PRAYS FOR THE FINE ART WHERE S/HE FINDS HER/HIS ULTIMATE HAPPINESS OF MOMENTS///GREATLY POEM PENNED
Marvelous poem! Only a person who has gone through the experience can create a sketch such as the Greate grand ma did to be remembered for generations.
Beside a river in Switzaland. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The scene is sketched very heartily by grandmother with beautiful request to the year. The year will definitely bring firmness with mothers day. A great poem is excellently penned. Reading such a poem of the day we feel glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To sum a life in carefully chosen lines. To paint a picture with words in a way no other image would suffice. The life that pokes out in its confidence from between the lines, was the life of one who was alive every moment of her existance. No end to love's portrayal.