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Friday, January 7, 2011

A Homespun Memory

     Years ago, I wrote a poem that my mama liked very much.  'Course, bein' the recipient of pure love an' parent-pride, I never questioned whether she liked it for the poem or because I was her offspring.  To me, the fact that she liked this particular poem touched a special chord in my heart.  When mama passed away, I wanted to do somethin' to honor her.  Finally, when it was time to buy a headstone, I felt that the best way I could honor her was to give somethin' of myself that she loved.  The Poem.

     Years later, I tentatively entered my poem in a contest that was open to all countries, certain that I would finally learn that Mama's appreciation was founded in her love for her child.  To my great surprise, I won Honorable Mention.  I dunno' if anything has ever surprised or pleased me more than that award because I finally felt that I truly had given my mama somethin' worthwhile.  Naturally, she an' I shared a special moment that day.  Whilst I visited her grave, I cried tears of loneliness that she was gone an' tears of joy that I had given a part of myself that she loved.

     In case you have difficulty reading the words on the headstone, here is a copy of the poem:

Homespun; fireplace; the smell of pitchy pine chips;
Burning; smouldering; dying.
The milk cow; milk; cream; butter;
Salted; churning, slowly churning.
Voices; Mama; Daddy; neighbors;
Children laughing, running, playing games.
Fields; plowed; planted; watered;
Yielding food for folks and critters,
To start again; Homespun.
                        By: Just Joany 1979

     Thank you for sharing this memory with me.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya


Joanie said...

That's lovely!!

I didn't realize you were also a Joany (Joanie)!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I like it, it evokes the feelings of childhood in me when I was growing up on my grandparents farm. All safe and warm, the youngest in the family. Always felt protected and loved. I will confess that I failed at milking the cow when I was 5 and then tried to suck the milk out ..... hey, I was only 5. A very naive 5, not like the 5 year olds of today.

Yaya' s Home said...

Thank you. Yes, I am. The funny thing is that some people see that spelling (mine) an' try to pronounce it as Jo-Annie. LOL

~ Yaya

Yaya' s Home said...

Thanks, Kathy. That's kinda' how I felt when I wrote it, actually. I was remembering times at my uncle's farm.

That's neat about tryin' to suck the milk. You were doin' better than I was. It took yeeeears before I figured out whether the cow laid eggs or the chicken gave milk. After all, they were both white an' for some reason that thoroughly confused me. I felt that whichever did the one hadda' also do the other. LOL. Go figure.

~ Yaya

Gail said...

Very beautiful

Yaya' s Home said...

Thank you, Gail. I appreciate that.

~ Yaya

Sharon K. Mayhew said...

Tha was lovely Yaya! It reminded me of the times I spent on my Uncle Clarence and Aunt Helen's micro-farm when I was a kiddo...Thanks for sharing!

Yaya' s Home said...

Thank you, Sharon. I think that many of us hold a love for the simple life, deep in our hearts.

~ Yaya

Olah Momma! said...

That poems feels like a cloud floating up on the sky that makes you dream a little dream. Lovely!

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Lenny Lee* said...

miss yaya that was so nice a way for remembering how you and your mom had that nice time together. remembering good stuf is just real good. that a really neat head stone. i like that farm stuff in your poem. its got a real happy feel on it.
...hugs from lenny

Hema P. said...

That's lovely, Yaya! I'm sure your mother was very proud of you and happy, too, because your poem acknowkedges/reflects a very happy childhood! What more could a mother ask for?

Yaya' s Home said...

Thank you, Olah Momma. That's an impressive site. It took me awhile to figure out how to Follow you, but I think I did it right. An' those Filipino Macaroons look delicious. I'm gonna' try 'em, for sure.

~ Yaya

Yaya' s Home said...

Lenny, thanks. I'm so glad you like the poem. It is really special to me. I like to write down memories so I won't forget.

~ Yaya

Yaya' s Home said...

You know, Hema, I hesitated 'bout puttin' my poem online. I'm so glad it has been so well received. Thank you.

~ Yaya

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