2006-11-13 17:07
I strayed away one summer day from the land of bustle and noise.My thoughts?They wandered far away to play with their dreamy toys.The shore was cool, but the sun was bright;I felt the day an… Read More
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2006-11-13 17:05
Irish Immigrant RootsGenevieve Sullivan Markert is my mother. She was the granddaughter of Irish immigrants. Her grandfather, Owen Sullivan, immigrated to New York from the Lakes of Killarne… Read More
2006-11-12 22:42
Things to Keep1. Your temper 2. A sunny disposition3. Secrets4. Promises5. The Sabbath6. Your hair Gifts to Make1. To your enemies: Forgiveness2. To your opponents: Tolerance3. To a friend:… Read More
2006-11-12 22:34
The value of time.The success of perseverance.The pleasure of working.The dignity of simplicity.The worth of character.The power of kindness.The virtue of patience.The wisdom of economy.The… Read More
2006-11-12 22:20
Oh, Tell me Little Burgler, the secret of your charm,You who steals all work-thoughts from my studious arm,You with eyes like garden pools in sunlight and in rain,Reflecting the magic of gro… Read More
2006-11-12 21:18
I found my horse with its back to the street,Neat and quite discreet.One eye winking toward the sea,There it sheltered me.High on my perch in the old birch tree,I can watch the summer-folk s… Read More
2006-11-12 21:16
To help someone?Is that our aim in life?To help another find his peace and brave his daily strive?To find the kinks which others make,And smooth the paths which they must take,And just help… Read More
2006-11-12 21:09
Alone, alone—He is always alone, it seems to me.A friendly nook with others he cannot see.Alone was he destined always to be?Perhaps a friendly hand,Just touched in passing now,Might h… Read More
2006-11-12 21:08
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift.We have hard work to do and loads to lift.Shun not the struggle.Face it. ‘Tis God’s gift.(Early 1920s)Mom scrawled this on the inside… Read More
2006-11-12 21:03
Oh, Friendship is a funny thing!You never know “for sure.”It keeps you always wondering!This doubting, fearing, hoping and worring to endure.But still, my friends, I&rsq… Read More
2006-11-12 21:00
I sang a song as I passed alongOf the one I loved most dear.I sang a song midst the thick of the throngOf the one I longed to be near. Not a melody rich with cadencesNor trills and heart-ren… Read More
2006-11-12 20:40
Whirling, swirlingInto the lives of men,Brick on brick, plaster on stealGirded and crowded and held—Bonded are we!God of my heartGive me strength to fight to the freedom somewhere,Give… Read More
2006-11-12 20:20
Please, God, help us find our way back.We’re lost in the noisy city streets.Maybe You forgot about Dopey:He’s dashing about whither and thither!We don’t dare let him out al… Read More
2006-11-12 20:18
Warm downy clouds aglow with light,Above and beyond green lacy trees,Ever shading from greys to purplish –pink to white, Announce now the approach of night.The chirp, chirp of a bird,A… Read More
2006-11-12 20:16
Oh, God of my heart,Give me strength and the power to live,Lend me love and kindness others to give,And with Thy children so far apart,Bless them today, Oh God of my heart.(Late 1920s )This… Read More
2006-11-12 19:57
Poetry presents a spirit-voice that orders reality around it. The poet both apprehends reality as it is and projects his or her own inner state onto the external world. In her poems, mom wea… Read More
2006-11-12 19:56
Dearest forever, I’d give my life away,I’d ask you never, for e’en one little day,Yours just to do with as you pleased,Yours til the life in it has ceased,For I trust you i… Read More
2006-11-12 19:49
It isn’t, of course, and it shan’t be,For years and years where passing eyes might see.Yet deep in the depths of will be, must be,Already it stands complete—Pine trees hidi… Read More
2006-11-12 19:43
You are so many miles away,And yet so close, My Dear.I cannot quite just understand,That you really are not here.I do not try to understand,I am much too glad, you see,That things are now ju… Read More
2006-11-12 19:42
“I’m a powerful thing,” said the Little Knife. “How is that?” asked the Oak’s jealous wife.“While others must sing and dance for their life,I just c… Read More
2006-11-12 19:40
Mother Dear—And it’s spring again,New life budding everywhere—In the treetops, and the bushes at the curb,Down the street—A peony sprouting under the ivy,And a rose p… Read More
2006-11-12 19:38
Many, many years ago, in the Land of the Sky Blue Waters,A tiny seedling began to grow.For years it grew—a slender stalk, an eager young tree—inhaling the freshness of spring and… Read More
2006-11-12 19:24
Abroad awaits the cry:“The Second Front is opening—Stand by!”At home, already two fronts we stand between—The front of today and the front of tomorrow.Our perspective… Read More
2006-11-12 19:23
How can we face our Juvenile Delinquents with a steady eye,We who so blindly passed them by?How can we condemn their parents and their spirit,When we forced their pride to die?With Patience… Read More
2006-11-12 19:19
Mark ye, men of war and political fame,Who burn the midnight oil over maps and blueprints,Don’t lose your way, counting your spoil while others also toil,Whose dollars buy the bombs, w… Read More
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