Magpie #Magpie #70


Face-scape of a different

Time and place

Name unknown

Still a member of the human race

Family ties a mystery

Profession can only be guessed

Parlor maid, teacher or cook

Author of a book

Writing poems all day long

Singing songs in memory of

Loved ones dead and long gone

A member of the aristocracy

With pinky in the air

Fine porcelain china cup

A lady oh so fair

Sewing tiny stitches

Revealing letters in a sampler

Or did you go to steno school

Taking notation in short hand

Or were you a telephone operator

“Good Morning, Trans-Texas Airlines,

Mr. Byman Wilson’s office.”

Or Mother of children

Learning numbers in school

Count to ten

And then…

You were a Grandmother

Saying nursery rhymes

Little red hen, the sky is falling, rin, tin, tin

Your life is almost over

You don’t

Remember when

The world all changed

Your life was once so busy

And now you are sleeping in

Doesn’t seem to matter if it

Rains or shines

The only things you look forward to

Is the end of the each day

And now you are gone as well

The only thing remaining

Is a black and white photograph

Stacked in a jumble sale

Price 1.99

The value of a life

No one remembers

Who you were

Or how your life began

Or how that life was lived

Or what happened in the end

Still I look upon the image of your face

And know you would do it all again

12 thoughts on “Tuesday June 21, 2011 No Rain/ Magpie #70

  1. Good poem, Annell. So sad to see family photos sold at a jumble sale or somewhere else. I know we have a box with some unkknown family members’ picures. So many unknown stories within pictures of an unknown person. Sad really to think that someone’s life has come to this..just another photo to pass over.

  2. that is the beauty, in knowing no matter if it was remembered or not i would still do it all again. you are my last comment before hitting the road…see you in a couple days annell…

  3. Hi Annell, there have been many times when I’ve looked at old photos and thought similar thoughts – what were their stories? what gave them great joy and sorrow? and too that it comes down to possessions being stuffed into boxes and laid out onto hay wagons for auction, meaningless to most but the collector or hoarder. I think that about my own things sometimes. and it stirs me to un-clutter and depossess. I’ve missed reading your writes. I lost you for awhile and that made me sad, but somehow I found you again, so I’m happy! have a fun day.

  4. what a nice poem
    with such questions
    She was a life on this earth
    that’s good enough for me to know
    and now she has an honored place
    in the unremembered pictures
    But we may be jumping to a conclusion….
    my step grandmother got rid of our family things
    without our knowing…until it was too late
    I often think…who has my grandpa’s gold watch with the fob?
    and they are probably thinking that nobody cared
    nice magpie

  5. Cute little blog you have here at WordPress Annell..Yes most of us would do it all again…just the way we did it…without the mistakes and the joys..something would just be missing…..bkm

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