In the mail this afternoon, I received a package from my grandmother. I opened it to discover a collection of poetry she had written about her childhood in India. I smiled. A perfect poetry Thursday. Having fallen hopelessly behind in my blogging, I was unprepared for this week’s prompt of time, so what a treasure it was to discover this among her phenomenal collection. I couldn’t keep such a gift to myself. Enjoy.
The Time Of My Life : Eight Years Old
By Eve Stedman
From a hard, hot continent
where the garden had to be carved from dirt --
watered and nurtured twice a day --
I came to a cool island.
Moist earth crumbled under my hand
and, wonder of wonders
flowers grew on their own.
Everywhere I went
the hedges sparkled with stitchwort
slopes were golden with primrose
sunlight dappled a bluebell sea
and over the grass
strayed the milky way of daisies.
I was in heaven, in Eden
in a garden where no one said NO
where flowers could grow as they pleased --
and so could I.
12 comments:
oh, lovely! i especially like the last verse!
what a sweet gift...
and i love the bluebell sea...
:)
Oh, beautiful, beautiful! What a treasure to have a grandmother who sends you such gifts. I want to grow as I please! Thank you for sharing.
i love the last stanza. where flowers could grow as they please - and so could i. love that.
what is your grandmother's connection to india?
this poem is indeed a treasure! thanks for sharing. i, too, love the last stanza. you may be like this woman...growing as you please! ;)
Lovely! I see now where you get your talent from.
and over the grass
strayed the milky way of daisies...
where flowers could grow as they pleased --
and so could I.
Simple and lovely! So the writing runs in the blood — I'm not surprised. What a marvelous gift to receive, and she obviously understood that you would appreciate it! Thank you for turning around to share with us.
Strange - well, now I'll comment as.. moi!
Oh my goodness.. I had no idea your grandmother spent her childhood in India - what a gift.. that is just fabulous. And the poem is..
sigh.
Delightful :) Thank you for sharing this.
how lovely and refreshing! It seems like you have completed a circle by going to India too - incredible how things go!
That is beautiful
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