Today I was going through some of my mom's things, and I ran into a poem she wrote for her paternal grandparents, Leroy and Ada Parker in 1949.
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It reads:
"Laugh"
Build for yourself a strong box
Fasten each part with care,
Fit it with hasp and padlock,
Put all your troubles there.
Hide therein all your failures
And each bitter cup you quaff.
Lock all your heartaches with in it,
Then sit of the lid and laugh.
Tell no one of its contents,
Never its secret share,
Drop in your cares and worries
Keep them forever there.
Hide them from sight so completely,
Fasten the top down securely,
Then sit on the lid laugh.
From your doting eldest, grandaughter,
Joyce Parker
1949 Dec, 29
Both Mom and her grandparents had plenty of troubles and cares in their lives, and putting them in a box and forgetting them seemed like the best way to handle them! Miss you Mom! Below is a picture of Grandpa and Grandma Parker. I so wish I could have spent more time with them!
2 comments:
So much of life is a result of our attitudes toward what happens to us, isn't it? Your mother was a wise woman, Dorene. Did she write much poetry?
She really was wise, Nancy! She didn't write a lot of poetry, but she wrote for her high school newspaper, and she wrote up an autobiography, unpublished.
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