For those looking forward to the days lengthening and the coming of spring. This poem was written by Paula Meehan.
The first warm day of spring
and I step out into the garden from the gloom
of a house where hope had died
to tally the storm damage, to seek what may
have survived. And finding some forgotten
lupins I’d sown from seed last autumn
holding in their fingers a raindrop each
like a peace offering, or a promise,
I am suddenly grateful and would
offer a prayer if I believed in God.
But not believing, I bless the power of seed,
its casual, useful persistence,
and bless the power of sun,
its conspiracy with the underground,
and thank my stars the winter’s ended.
I remember when I was quite young I heard the expression “to gladden the heart”. It was years before I actually understood what it meant. The first time I read this poem I was reminded of that expression. When I came across the poem again this morng it lightened my spirit once more.
Smiling is infectious
You catch it like the flu
When someone smiled at me today
I started smiling too
I walked around a corner
And someone saw me grin
When he smiled I realised
I had passed it onto him
I thought about a smile
And realised its worth
A single smile like mine
Could travel round the earth
So if you feel a smile begin
Don’t leave it undetected
Start an epidemic and get the world infected.
By Susan McMillan
I came across this poem this morning on www.rhythminlife.net
Perhaps this resonated with me after attending a family wedding last Saturday. It was a privilege to witness such a special ceremony.
It was lovely to see people reconnecting.
Young cousins now adults catching up.
Aunts and uncles meeting nieces and nephews as adults and engaging with them as adults.
Having the pure joy of hearing grandnieces and a grandnephew laugh.
The reassurance of a loved one as we looked on.
These special moments are priceless.
Thank you Andrea and Paul.
On the library shelf
Is when you
Inside a book
(the hidden you)
You wonder how
The author knew.
by Beverley McLoughland
Beverley McLoughland is a children’s poet. She doesn’t have a blog, website or Wikipedia entry. Her poems have been published in literary magazines. This poem can be found in a book called “Good Books, Good times” by Lee Bennet Hopkins published by Harper Collins. It is a collection of funny poems celebrating the joy of words. Although published for children it is a great read for any age. The illustrations by Harvey Stenson just add to the fun of the book.