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I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .
The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother, Rasputin   , inspire me still.
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Poetic Tides Through Time #909664 added April 24, 2017 at 12:11pm
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One Special Christmas
Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat
For Christmas of ‘07, home everyone gathered
Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat.
Santa Claus left gifts and stockings stuffed fat
Amid packages, ribbons, and bows scattered
Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat.
Great grandchild, great nephew passed like a hat
He smiled and four generations he flattered.
Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat.
Wearing Grams’ knit, two tone color block matte-
At four months of age he looked very dapper
Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat
Sister, brother, families arrive to chat
Sweet children appeared, more sibling clatter
Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat.
Christmas of 2007, the last year we were all pat
Everyone together, one happy blather
Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat
Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat.
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Entry: April 25, 2017
Prompt: A remembered holiday
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: A Villanelle is a 19-line poem,
with five tercets and a concluding quatrain.
The villanelle also employs line repetition
Syllabic Pattern: Iambic pentameter
Rhyme Pattern: A1BA2, ABA1, ABA2, ABA1, ABA2, ABA1A2
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost
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