Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, March 7, 2011

Bubbe's* Gift

* 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
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

poem submitted for Poetry Potluck
Thank you to Jingle at Thursday Poets Rally for this award!


Dave King said...

Lovely poem.

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed this! Sensitively written and a nice flow because of your metrical specificity.

Anonymous said...

If Bubbe wasn't sweet
I might have missed the wonderful poet!

Anonymous said...

A lovely tribute to your grandma's gift!
I wonder what you will give to YOUR grandchildren?


Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

thanks a ton, perfect of everything.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

sweet memories...

well expressed

Anonymous said...

It is so nice when such a treasure is passed on with in a family! Nicely penned!

Unknown said...

Thank God for Bubbe!
Lucky you... me too!

Christine said...

So important to leave messages in books when giving them in a special way. Just so important to leave notes in handwriting.

Unknown said...

I like the line, "you taught me how to listen for sound."

Anonymous said...

so sweet.. thank you for sharing this lola.. my potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/

Louise said...

She gave you a very special gift indeed and one it is perfect to celebrate her this way on International Women's Day.

Olivia said...

What a beautiful way of thanking your grand mom!
I too am somewhat senti- preserving all things since ever.. :)

Smiles xx

Anonymous said...

...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.

Charlie Parant said...

Very well written...my grandmother had a little rhyme for just about every subject and I am thankful she always shared them with me.