Tag: Mother’s Day

Creative Work and Memory

Memory, Beauty, Hope was my post for Mother’s Day this year at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin.

One of my poems in the post:

country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

The following Bible verse today is in memory and honor of my mother. Her passing was in 2004, and love grows. She often quoted from literature, including the Bible. Her mother died a year before I was born – the same day as my birthday. Literature and faith sustained my mother. Creativity is part of health for me.

But he knoweth the way that I take:
when he hath tried me,
I shall come forth as gold.

Job 23: 10 (KJV)

Mother’s Day
sorrow turns to stars
and butterflies

“country cemetery” was published in Time Of Singing, 2012.

Creative at home and grateful every day.

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New Poems – May 2019

I published these poems as I wrote them on my blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. Today they are here, in one post, in honor of Mother’s Day. When I helped with her care, for many years a long time ago, my mother often asked if I was writing. Then I was not able to write, as often, for many reasons. Now my heart is overflowing.

My study of haiku influences my poetry in general. And my goal is to offer hope. There is a lot of rest around my posts, and the new WordPress editor makes it easy for me to create posts like this small collection today.

Hope you enjoy the poems, and perhaps one or two especially. And when you are unable to create, the work is still growing, as I have learned. Health must be the first priority. Thank you.

grey stillness

evergreen branches
are a painting
and I can see
the shape
of each branch

Easter lily
continues to bloom
and fragrance
blesses the room

May 2, 2019

morning clouds
and here and there
enough light for the lily

May 3, 2019

Spring grows
afternoon shadows
on a green lawn

May 4, 2019

after a warm day
and worth the wait
forsythia

May 6, 2019

evergreen branches
dance in the wind

light on forsythia
by the old garage

daffodils and tulips
bloom in Sheboygan

and some here too
Wisconsin Spring

May 7, 2019

AGE AND PLACE

where one person may see
an empty building
I see the store that
was there before and
where I shopped
for my mother

the road may look grey
with rain today yet
I remember this road
on all kinds of days
over many years
and seasons

bookstores may have closed
yet shelves of books
to look at and perhaps buy
exist in different places
thrift stores and other stores
library discards too

one step at a time
a new life can grow
and sometimes later
we may realize that
we are more at home
than ever before

May 9, 2019

reading poetry
some blue sky among clouds
and forsythia

May 10, 2019

THEY CAN RETURN

they can return
in new and different ways
some of the things
thought lost

my mother and I were
closer in her old age
though we always loved
language and books

a past illness led to me
simply sitting with her
for hours as that was 
something I could do

conversations
the trust that grows
through decades
of unconditional love

now sometimes
these many years
since her passing
I remember what she said
and the advice still applies

May 11, 2019

Ellen Grace Olinger – Spring 2019

Memories For Mother’s Day

five-red-flowers

memories
of caregiving years

how often Mom
asked if I was writing

and I was not much
enough to be with her
and no energy to spare

now those years are over
a decade gone

I listen to music and
think of Mother’s Day soon

her life of literature
and wonder if she
was passing the torch

before I was ready to see

Ellen, today

The flowers are courtesy of http://antiqueclipart.com.

“Blessed are the merciful” Matthew 5

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Yesterday, I bought a Mother’s Day bouquet.  I thought my mother would like that.

I remember when a penpal, the poet Jean Calkins, wished me a Happy Mother’s Day because I was a teacher.

These special days – and thinking ahead to Father’s Day next month – are for all who care, in my humble view!

So many people bless our lives.

Blessed are the merciful:
for they shall obtain mercy.

Matthew 5: 7

The image is from Owen Jones Decorative Borders, courtesy of Dover Publications.

A Cross Necklace

The lilies-of-the-valley are beginning to bloom.  My mother loved them, as I’m sure is true of many people.  I was just reading poems by Luci Shaw, and I shared her books with Mom too.  I remembered a marble cross necklace my mother had.  She gave me permission to wear it to high school, over 40 years ago.  And I lost it somehow and never found it.  My mother was so kind.  She pictured God’s love for me in many ways, including the keeping of material possessions in perspective. 

lilies-of-the-valley
fragrance of forgiveness
memories of love

Luci Shaw’s website:  www.lucishaw.com.
Image courtesy:  www.antiqueclipart.com.