Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Guest Blogger: Ralph Semino Galan, Ode to My Mom






Ode to My Mom
(for Annette Semino Galán)

by Ralph Semino Galan
Copyright 2016 by Ralph Semino Galan

Mother, who is pushing seventy,
smiles at me, cracks a joke, laughs. 
She has weathered all sorts 
of tragedies: my grandmother's 
early widowhood and her childhood
deprivation; her college years 
in an industrial city after the quiet
of her hometown's somnolence;
her early and latter career battles 
with principals and superintendents; 
the sudden death of her husband,
my father, after the Great Flood.

I am awed by her cheerfulness 
and her resilience, though sometimes
a chink in her armor shows, a tear
running down her plump cheek 
as she remembers a certain event,
with or without regrets: the death
of a family member, both near 
or far; the births of her six children;
debuts and weddings; her desire
to have a host of grandchildren...
Mother smiles, cracks a joke, laughs,

while I can only gift her with this poem.

BIO- Ralph Semino Galán is Assistant Director at UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies and Associate Professor at UST Faculty of Arts and Letters
Reprinted with permission of the author. Thanks, Ralph!

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      This is all for now,
      Cecilia


Friday, November 6, 2015

Poem: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye


In 2002, my friend and teacher, Rachelle Benveniste, who passed away recently, sent me this poem to comfort me after my mother died. I am sharing it with my readers. ~ Cecilia


Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.  I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.  I did not die.


(poem courtesy of Rachelle Benveniste)

















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Rachelle Benveniste's Poem "The Moth"
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      This is all for now,
       Cecilia