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Thank you for sharing this
Take comfort in knowing your lady friend is in a better place

Sadly one of our ladies from my group passed away over the Summer and this was one of her favourite poems, so I thought I would share with the lovely Golden Carers - Carole

A Song Of Spring And Autumn - Poem by Francis Turner Palgrave
IN the season of white wild roses
We two went hand in hand:
But now in the ruddy autumn
Together already we stand.

O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
O'er the white-thorn's tangled head!
The white-thorn is turned to russet,
The pearls to purple and red!

On the topmost orchard branches
It then was crimson and snow,
Where now the gold-red apples
Burn on the turf below.

And between the trees the children
In and out run hand in hand;
And, with smiles that answer their smiling,
We two together stand.

Here is a Memorial Day poem that I wrote

I'm late to the party, here, but Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. Most older Americans will recognize "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening" or "The Mending Wall," and since Frost wrote the poem read at John F. Kennedy's inauguration, perhaps folks from other countries know him, as well.

Hi, and thank you so much for the info about the website. I love the poems, especially the one about my Rememberer. A funny true story. I got to know a family from Africa but had forgotten one of their boys name when I saw them the next week. So I asked, sorry I forgot your name when I greeted that son . He said remember so I replied, 'no sorry I don't remember, can you help me'?He said again remember which I thought was a bit cheeky. I can't remember how I asked again to find out his name but I remember being a bit annoyed at this youngster, till he finally said My name is Remember.
Now I work with a lady called Memory in the office - and I haven't mixed the names up yet!

http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/aging2b.htm

Hi Solange,

Have just found this website and had a bit of a giggle, perhaps some of this could be used. Love the last one.

Cheers JO

A poem that was introduced to our Poetry & Music session by one of our residents, which she loves to recite every week is Memory by Zora Cross.
This poem has become a favourite of everyone in our group.

Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
Along to the garden of dreams I crept.
And I pulled the bell of an old, old house
Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse.
I tapped the door and I tossed my head:
"Are you in, little girl? Are you in?" I said.
And while I waited and shook with cold
Through the door tripped me---just eight years old.
I looked so sweet with my pigtails down,
Tied up with a ribbon of dusky brown,
With a dimpled chin full of childish charm,
And my old black dolly asleep in my arms.
I sat me down when I saw myself,
And I told little tales of a moon-land elf.
I laughed and sang as I used to do
When the world was ruled by Little Boy Blue.
Then I danced with a toss and a twirl
And said: "Now have you been a good, good girl?
Have you had much spanking since you were Me?
And does it feel fine to be twenty-three?"
I kissed me then, and I said farewell,
For I've earned more spanks than I dared to tell,
And Eight must never see Twenty-three
As she peeps through the door of Memory.

Zora Bernice May Cross

Beautiful thoughts...love it!

Dorothea Mackellar's poem about Australia is very inspiring. Here are a few verses:

I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains
Of rugged mountain ranges
Of droughts and sweeping plains.
I love her far horizons
I love her jewelled sea
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me.

Core of my heart, my country
Land of the rainbow gold
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks
After many days
A filmy veil of greeness
Thickens as we gaze.

An opal hearted country
A wilful lavish land
All you who do not know her
You will not understand.
Though earth holds many splendours
Wherever I may die
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

from Karen, SA

This are 2 poems written by my mother - translated from German into English

The first one was a birthday gift to me, I loved soap bubbles - but I read into it also a description of thoughts of a mother regarding the relationship to a child

Soap bubble
delicate breath
you're born through my mouth
driven by wind
to fly upward
and while floating you're already lost

Soap bubble
play with me
peculiar is your colour shimmer
transparent your shine - but
soon your light reverses

Soap bubble
child's dream
you are not coming back to me
still hovering there
and already you're gone
staying only as reflection in my glance

the second one is called SLEEP

Silent sleep, God's soothing balm
Enfold my thinking tenderly
and all the sorrow that I have
instill your balm into me

Let me stay weightlessly
let life's picturesque dream
pass by - undreamed -
I have enough of the reality

I want to hibernate
to be completely spun into your being
You're waiting behind my eyelashes
still being alive - means you are with me.

Translating a poem is always tricky as to weigh up distorting the original words for the sake of rhyme. I am happy for suggestions if anyone has any.
Svenne