Sunday, March 31, 2019

Grannie Jose's Poems

My dear great grandmother, Josephine Spangler, was truly a poet. Although her life was spent in the mountains of Va., she told stories of news events in several of her poems. Most though, were of life on the mountain, letters to her husband during the war, tributes to her mother, and friends. She was legally blind, and would have anyone write her poems as she spoke them, therefore several are on any kind of paper that could be found. In my collection, I even have a few that I wrote when I was a child. I was always amazed at how they just seemed to flow from her lips, and it was not easy to keep up with her when you were the one writing!Here is just one of many, and I hope to share more in the future. Her daughters also wrote some poetry and gave it to Grannie Jose, this poem below was written by Bernice Rakes to her Mom, followed by Grannie Jose's response.

Mother's Coiffure
written in 1956 by Bernice Rakes

My mother's hair is turning gray,
I helped to make the change.
Her hair would be a lovely brown
if I could rearrange .
In life, I'll live so different
I'd never fret or cry.
And when she told me what to do,
I'd never ask her why.
And if I ever had a pain
I'd face it with a smile.
I'd say "I love you" many times
I'd make her life worthwhile.
I'd say my prayers every night
and go to Sunday School
I'd read the Bible everyday
and never break a rule.
I would not wander far away
or leave her all alone.
When duty called me from her side,
I'd always hurry home.
I cannot turn the pages back
The wrongs I can't undo.
But I very well know what should have been
Now I'm a mother too.

Josephine Spangler's response

Turn not your thoughts backwards
on life's rugged way 
and brood over heartaches of yesterday.
But look at the flowers blooming so sweet
Now those that have faded and fell at your feet.
Think of today
with all of it's charms
And what the future may hold 
in her arms.
Turn your face toward the sun
and the shadows you see
will all fall behind you
where heartaches should be.







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