Remembering!
Remembering!
November it is. Remembering!
Soldiers, all who kept peace for us.
Red poppies with black centres.
And deeper layers of those in past,
Others keeping order in families
like my Grandma Burger/Mack
widowed at 1917 by flu
only eighteen with two girl babes,
Röslein auf der Heiden her dear song.
Married again five children more
rugged farm subsistance
loving swearing working
glue for family faith.
Many years later eyes shrouded
by illness and diabetes
she asks of me, eighteen years old,
the meaning of her suffering.
Humbled I stammered words
about the Altar of our Faith
about being sent to do that in memory of Him.
November it is. Remembering.
Paul Desmarais
Posted at 01:42h, 20 NovemberVery moving poem, Frank. Thank you.
Paul Baker
Posted at 06:09h, 20 NovemberFrank, a great picture of your grandma Mary. I enlarged the picture and saw the excitement and wonder in her face as she delighted in seeing the turkey showing off its feathers. It brought a smile to my face. Thanks.
R Frank Obrigewitsch
Posted at 10:28h, 20 NovemberThanks Paul.
Peter Bisson
Posted at 15:26h, 20 NovemberThank you Frank!
Monica Storozuk
Posted at 21:06h, 20 NovemberVery poignant reflection on remembering.
I found « Roslein auf der Heiden » on YouTube. It’s a lovely folksong. I recognized many German words from my high school German classes and my immersion to Germany.
May we always remember and keep our loved ones, both here and in the next Life, close to our hearts.
Ronald Storozuk
Posted at 11:44h, 21 NovemberSimple and direct message. Ronald Storozuk
Ronald Storozuk
Posted at 11:46h, 21 NovemberSimple and direct message Thanks
Karen Arthurs
Posted at 08:03h, 22 NovemberYour personal remembering is touching. It is also an inspiring reminder of our earlier times, and the deeper layers in a Canadian life.