* Bubbe is a Yiddish word for grandmother. When I was seven, my grandmother,who loved to read and to write, gave me the book 101 Famous Poems for my birthday. I have it to this day.
My love of words began my seventh year
My love of words began my seventh year A small green book you pressed into my hand
And though I was too young to understand
I knew that it was something you held dear
Into those magic poems I would peer
The distance between you and me was spanned
Your writer's mark on me you left your brand
And to this day I always keep it near
Because of you a truer voice I found
You taught me how to write from what I live
You taught me to observe the world around
You taught me how to listen for the sound
I read your words wrapped up like gifts to give
Each time I write, to you I will be bound
15 comments:
Lovely poem.
Enjoyed this! Sensitively written and a nice flow because of your metrical specificity.
If Bubbe wasn't sweet
I might have missed the wonderful poet!
:)
A lovely tribute to your grandma's gift!
I wonder what you will give to YOUR grandchildren?
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/sweet-pleasure/
thanks a ton, perfect of everything.
sweet memories...
well expressed
A++
It is so nice when such a treasure is passed on with in a family! Nicely penned!
Thank God for Bubbe!
Lucky you... me too!
So important to leave messages in books when giving them in a special way. Just so important to leave notes in handwriting.
I like the line, "you taught me how to listen for sound."
so sweet.. thank you for sharing this lola.. my potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/
She gave you a very special gift indeed and one it is perfect to celebrate her this way on International Women's Day.
What a beautiful way of thanking your grand mom!
I too am somewhat senti- preserving all things since ever.. :)
Smiles xx
...bound to sound, around...
it's a beautiful poem and a wonderful image. What was lost, found...in a green book bound...
It pushes out at the space around me. Very nice.
Very well written...my grandmother had a little rhyme for just about every subject and I am thankful she always shared them with me.
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