Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Small Reflection

These past couple of weeks have been filled with some very interesting and some confusing poems.  I must say that it is amazing how a writer's mind must click.  They almost make it seem effortless although I'm sure its not.  I'm a mother, grandmother and wife, in that order my husband would say.  And the only words I can put ownership to are the lullabies I made up to sing to my children when they were very young.  These songs mean the world to me especially when I hear my daughters singing those same songs to their children. This I think of because that same gratifying feeling I have inside knowing I've left a song to be enjoyed and shared must be quite similar to the gratification these poets must have, in some way.  I'm not trying to say my homemade tunes are in any way comparable but there is something wonderful in knowing that my words carry on, much as do the words of these published poets. 
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  1. Professor LadybugMarch 21, 2014 at 9:22 AM

    I read your post on Thursday, March 20, as I was sitting at the JW Marriott in Indianapolis at a conference (really interesting conference if I were checking Blogs and other things on my iPad, right?). Anyway...I had to smile because some of your comments sounded like me and my daughters. When they were babies, I made up songs with their names. I sang these songs to them when I was holding them, snuggling with them, comforting them. They always said to me "Sing MY song to me, Mommy.' When Landon came to our family, I created a song for him, and when Cooper was born, I created one for him too. One day when I was with both grandsons, I heard Landon singing Cooper's song to him, then he looked at me and said, "Sing it with me, Mamaw!" so we did. He even created one of his own using Cooper's name.

    I was telling my daughter about your post and my intended response to it, and she reminded me of her paternal grandmother singing a song about a pretty kitty (not Soft Kitty of Sheldon of Big Bang Theory fame) that she created for her and her sister when they were little. She sings it to Landon and Megan sings it to Cooper.

    There is a word for all of this----love! That is the best gift we can give to our children. You did! I did! Your daughters are! My daughters are! Now my grandson is doing the same for his cousin.

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