I am holder of some family treasures, mostly given to me by my mother, but this nightgown that once belonged and was worn by Debbie Lee is one of my greatest treasures. I still wear it. It is very soft and warm. The neckline is coming unraveled in two places. I remember Debbie wearing it. When Mama gave me this, I put it away thinking I could never actually wear it, but after a time, I did wear it with much pleasure.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Poems
Sisters are posting my poems. Here is one I like that they may never have heard before.
The Knowing Tune
Oh, for my corner of darkness
Wrapped in my unknowing cocoon.
Back to the song of silence,
Before hearing this knowing tune.
To sit in my corner and do nothing
Was easy when I didn't know.
But the howling winds of knowledge
Demand I get up and go.
The child next door is hungry,
She shivers alone in the cold.
As I sat in my corner of darkness,
I swear that I didn't know.
Now, I hear her cries in the darkness.
I know she is there all alone.
And the howling winds of knowledge
Demand I get up and go.
Oh, for my corner of darkness
Wrapped in my unknowing cocoon.
Back to the song of silence,
Before hearing this knowing tune.
The Knowing Tune
Oh, for my corner of darkness
Wrapped in my unknowing cocoon.
Back to the song of silence,
Before hearing this knowing tune.
To sit in my corner and do nothing
Was easy when I didn't know.
But the howling winds of knowledge
Demand I get up and go.
The child next door is hungry,
She shivers alone in the cold.
As I sat in my corner of darkness,
I swear that I didn't know.
Now, I hear her cries in the darkness.
I know she is there all alone.
And the howling winds of knowledge
Demand I get up and go.
Oh, for my corner of darkness
Wrapped in my unknowing cocoon.
Back to the song of silence,
Before hearing this knowing tune.
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