This poem has been given to me as a kindness to share. A friend of mine lent it to me on December 30th. I read it out loud at our gathering of friends and at the end, it affected me so deeply that my voice broke with tears.
Hope you enjoy it.
Ida Kathleen Dontin
1922 - 1996
An Ode to Ida
A baby is born,
minutes tick, days fly;
A child is born,
curious, wondering;
A young lady is born
beautiful, uninhibited
A woman is born
and to that woman
a family is born;
Minutes tick, days fly;
Children grow
and the woman,
Who grew from a
young lady,
Who grew from a baby,
Becomes the salt
of the earth;
As her eyes are closed,
the last breath drawn,
To her family and friends
her legacy lives on.
S. Lilliman
August 23,1996
Editor's note: When one thinks deeply about life and our purpose of being here on this planet, it is important that we live our lives so that they will be a blessing to our family and friends and that we pass on goodness.
I am most grateful to Joanne Lilliman who has lent me this poem to share with you.
Thank you for dropping by.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
DEBBIE OKUN HILL
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Friday, November 20, 2015
WILMA SEVILLE
Hibou, my owl-like cat
Death came knocking early one morning
Unaware, we slept on sofa and bed
Through the vent, a gush of red-tinged water
Unhindered, spread through several rooms
Hibou, my owl-like cat, companion dear
Licked her brown silky hair to groom herself
Ingesting ethylene glycol as she did
It’s deadly sweetness seemed a treat to her
Three cats huddled high on sofa back
Trying to escape the rising red tide
I awoke that night, stepping into water
Ankle deep, uncertain where it came from
In appearance, Hibou appeared all right
Her head resting on her buddies bodies
Short haired male cats, unlike Hibou in build
Delicate, feminine, slight of body
Late afternoon, her movements became feeble
Vet visit, news bad, needle prick, last pat
I miss Hibou, with her golden brown eyes
Faithful gentle creature, loving nature
I will never forget you, little Hibou
No cat can take your place, gentle one.
(c)Wilma Seville
Monday, November 16, 2015
READINGS IN RETIREMENT RESIDENCES
Under the leadership of Ed Woods, Circulation Manager for Tower Poetry Society, a new project has been started.
Readings at Retirement Residences.
Once I was well enough to get out, I had the pleasure of reading some of my work at a lovely residence on Market Street. Caroline Retirement Residence. This was on November 5th.
While I was there, I took a look around and I would not mind living there when the time comes that I no longer can keep things up by myself.
The reading went well and Ed took a picture of me which is below.
Ed very kindly arranged for me to sit and read as I still was not very strong. My daughter Anna made that lovely golden scarf. She is very good with knitting and crocheting and I have two scarves she has made me.
My next reading at another retirement home will be on the 26th of November.
Thanks for dropping by and have a good day.
Readings at Retirement Residences.
Once I was well enough to get out, I had the pleasure of reading some of my work at a lovely residence on Market Street. Caroline Retirement Residence. This was on November 5th.
While I was there, I took a look around and I would not mind living there when the time comes that I no longer can keep things up by myself.
The reading went well and Ed took a picture of me which is below.
Ed very kindly arranged for me to sit and read as I still was not very strong. My daughter Anna made that lovely golden scarf. She is very good with knitting and crocheting and I have two scarves she has made me.
My next reading at another retirement home will be on the 26th of November.
Thanks for dropping by and have a good day.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Reading at Carnegie Gallery in Dundas, Ontario
After the readings outside, people assembled in the Gallery to partake of light refreshments as well as hear further poetic readings.
All in all, a very nice occasion. It is most fortunate that Carnegie Gallery is now fully accessible, thus enabling patrons to participate fully in the different shows and events that are held there.
Here are some pictures for your enjoyment.
John DiLeonardo |
Jim Tompkins |
Roy Adams |
Fran Figge |
Gaiyle Connolly |
Eleanore Kosydar |
Jennifer L. Foster |
Ellen Ryan |
Valerie Nielsen |
Debbie Eker |
Glen Eker |
Sandra Seethamsetty |
Wilma Seville |
Ed Woods |
Hope you enjoyed reading about this event and that you have a good day.
Thanks for dropping by.
Thanks for dropping by.
DEBBIE OKUN HILL
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
WILMA SEVILLE
This poem was done for the occasion of the World Day of Prayer. I was the guest speaker at this event which took place March 1st, 2008 at St. Paul's Presbyterian Church.
In order to get this information, I was fortunate enough to interview a few Guyanese Canadians.
There were 80 people in attendance on that cold and blustery day in 2008. In contrast to our Canadian weather, it was nice to be able to talk about a warmer climate!
This poem was also published in Silver & Gold magazine in that same year.
I hope you enjoy it. I usually write free verse style and this is one of my very rare rhyming ones.
WilmaSeville(c)2008
In order to get this information, I was fortunate enough to interview a few Guyanese Canadians.
There were 80 people in attendance on that cold and blustery day in 2008. In contrast to our Canadian weather, it was nice to be able to talk about a warmer climate!
This poem was also published in Silver & Gold magazine in that same year.
I hope you enjoy it. I usually write free verse style and this is one of my very rare rhyming ones.
Guyana
My name means “Land of Many Waters”
Given to me by my native sons and daughters.
My soil is rich and fertile
Which makes planting very worthwhile
Fruit, sugar cane, and rice are grown
Eggplant, cassava, pineapples are well known
Gold, diamonds and aluminum boxide
Deep within my bowels does reside
Christians, Hindus and Muslims co-exist
Celebrating each others holidays with such bliss
Cricket, volleyball, football and boxing
Are all well known sports my people participate in.
In my rivers swim piranhas and crocodiles
Waiting patiently for an unwary cow
Boa Constrictors, tigers and leopards
From them you must be on your guard
My people are not rich in spite of my many natural gifts
Many barely manage to exist
Many of my people have left to work elsewhere
Sending money home to families, because they care
I am Guyana, a land of many faces
Made up of many races.
WilmaSeville(c)2008
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
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