In my packing travels, I just came across the loveliest poem that my father's sister wrote. She must have been about 17 at the time. I never knew her because she passed away when she was only 19. Here the family history is a bit murky. Growing up I had always heard that she died of tetnus but later on the story changed to septicemia. At any rate, her death was a terrible tragedy and 2 years later my grandfather (who I also never knew) committed suicide because of it.
Here is her poem.
Summer Shower
It's a lovely storm.
The thunder bangs so bravely,
And the lightning dances
Bright in the sky.
All the fat drops fly downward,
Some fall on the roof and bounce!
They make such a pretty spray.
Mother doesn't like the rain.
It dirties the windows.
But I do!
"Bud" and I (that's my dog)
Go out in the rain.
We get so muddy.
And run, so mother says,
Like two mad things
Through the shower.
Come on out with me,
It'll be over soon -
And then, the fountains
From the water spout
Will be all gone.
Do Hurry!
Jeannette Clisham
I can only imagine how amazed my Dad would be knowing that I'm sharing his sister's poem with thousands of people over the internet.
Roberta
Here is her poem.
Summer Shower
It's a lovely storm.
The thunder bangs so bravely,
And the lightning dances
Bright in the sky.
All the fat drops fly downward,
Some fall on the roof and bounce!
They make such a pretty spray.
Mother doesn't like the rain.
It dirties the windows.
But I do!
"Bud" and I (that's my dog)
Go out in the rain.
We get so muddy.
And run, so mother says,
Like two mad things
Through the shower.
Come on out with me,
It'll be over soon -
And then, the fountains
From the water spout
Will be all gone.
Do Hurry!
Jeannette Clisham
I can only imagine how amazed my Dad would be knowing that I'm sharing his sister's poem with thousands of people over the internet.
Roberta
