This month I actually completed a poem featuring all the vowels, regardless of their role. In other words, it was not aimed at being a vowel lesson or any kind of lesson, for that matter. It just came about. Here it is.
Aunt Helen's Gift
By Margaret Jones
It was just a few days before Christmas
As I browsed through the packed Goodwill-store.
Holiday music was playing.
There were trinkets -- bright baubles galore.
As I browsed through the packed Goodwill-store.
Holiday music was playing.
There were trinkets -- bright baubles galore.
I spotted the leaded-glass angel
'Midst knickknacks both grand and petite.
That's the perfect gift for Aunt Helen
So modest and friendly and sweet!
My aunt had an angel collection
Marking travels, beginnings and ends.
Plus Murano, Swarovski, Limoges
From colleagues and family and friends.
But the simplest were always her favorites:
Corn-husk straw, hand-carved wood, painted clay.
Like this cherub, the smallest of heralds
Rosy cheeks, happy smile, come to play.
When she died she must have had hundreds.
The descendants generously shared.
So my flock of seraphim now serve
To remind me of people who cared.
Of course I bought that blue angel.
No way I could just leave her there.
I was destined to have her plain, cartoon smile,
Her color-dot cheeks and her curly-wire hair.
Light beams though her year-round in my window,
And at Christmas she hangs on the tree,
Because, seeking beauty in plain, simple things,
She is Aunt Helen's gift -- to me.
