Remembering with Poetry

Wed, 21 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

[caption id=“attachment_2625” align=“aligncenter” width=“480”] “The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.”
― Czesław Miłosz, The Issa Valley[/caption]

Another colouring page finished! What good use could this be put to? This could be used for sharing poetry - my father’s. It’s no accident that this desire to share and remember should take place at this time. After all, we remembered five days ago that he’s been gone fifteen years. He would love his poetry on a page that I had coloured - he was that type of man! I remember when I started to learn to play the accordion shortly before he died - and he told me that he listened when I was practicing and how many pieces I could play - and there was a pride in his voice. I didn’t show my appreciation as much as I should have at the time. I understand now why it was important for him to say these things.

"CATS"

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

[caption id=“attachment_368” align=“aligncenter” width=“584”] “CATS”[/caption]

You now have learned enough to see

That Cats are much like you and me

And other people whom we find

Possessed of various types of mind.

For some are sane and some are mad

And some are good and some are bad

And some are better, some are worse —

But all may be described in verse.

T. S. ELIOT, “The Ad-dressing of Cats,” Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats

Memories on Late Blooms

Remembering with Poetry

"CATS"