Poem

I was searching the townhouse up and down this evening looking for a really OLD scrapbook/picture album. While in the middle of the search, I found a relaly old poem that I wrote back in 1977 or 1978 or so. I think my daughter can enjoy it now while she has:

Helping Hands

Don't play with our records

Don't dial the phone;

Dismanteling the TV

For reasons unknown!

Floating your toys

Inside the commode;

Writing on walls

In your own little code.

Unpotting the plants

Was fun for awhile;

I saw you empty

Those drawers with a smile!

Life is more interesting

Since you came along;

There's never any telling

What next you'll do wrong.

But sweet little smiles

And wet "gooshey" kisses,

Make me glad I'm a Mommy,

Make me glad I'm a Mrs.

Joann Ward

The reference to records in the first stanza are not a reference to papers saved. It's a reference to those round things you put on your stereo and when the arm came down and settled in the grooves of plastic, you got to hear music.

I did find out that my Grandmother was born on October 28th, 1898 and that her name was Elizabeth Marion Clarke McPherson. That "e" on the end of her name was a big deal. I thought she didn't have the "e" but I was wrong. The "e" must be essential. There are about 5 parishes for the Church of Ireland in Newry. I'm hoping when I go there, I can figure out from the parish registers where my mother's sister is buried. She died in 1931 from dyptheria. I'd also like to see if I can go to city hall without it being a HUGE deal, and see if I can get a birth certificate for my mom (and maybe even her sister, Frieda). I honestly don't know where my grandmother was born. That might take more research than I have time for while there.

I thought Jenn would enjoy the poem though. I used to write a fair amount of poems, though I'm sure they're nothing special except they were words from my heart.