To My Granddaughter
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
Kathie's eyes are bright, alive,
Her manner, blithely charming,
And though her years are only five,
Her wisdom is disarming.
When she, at times, invades my room,
I leave this peaceful place;
Astride Imagination's broom,
I soar with her in space.
Within my own she lays her hand,
And with a compass true,
She guides me to that happy land
Which long ago I knew.
Contemporaries, she and I!
For though my hair is white,
When Kathie blithely passes by,
She leaves me young and bright!
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
Kathie's eyes are bright, alive,
Her manner, blithely charming,
And though her years are only five,
Her wisdom is disarming.
When she, at times, invades my room,
I leave this peaceful place;
Astride Imagination's broom,
I soar with her in space.
Within my own she lays her hand,
And with a compass true,
She guides me to that happy land
Which long ago I knew.
Contemporaries, she and I!
For though my hair is white,
When Kathie blithely passes by,
She leaves me young and bright!
5 comments:
Hello Rhapsody ~ I love the poem for your granddaughter. Did you write it?
It is lovely, and so is the special feelings our grandchildren bring out of us. Thank you for your comments, and I am glad you enjoy and by all means link
Will see you again, Take care, Merle.
Hi Merle:)
No, this poem was written by Ernestine Cobern Beyer to her granddaughter Kathie when she was five. Kathie is grown now- a psychology professor and award-winning teacher beloved by her students- as well as having written several textbooks on family violence. Her current project is on the subject, War and Peace. Dr. Morrison has accomplished all this despite the fact that she has been confined to a wheelchair since a car accident left her a paraplegic forty years ago. Her mom, Barbara Malley, gave me permission to post Ernestine's poetry when a friend of hers read one of my postings about how I loved it since I was a kid:)
She will be happy to know that you liked it!
Hi Merle,
I am indeed happy that you like my mother's poem about my daughter Mom once told me that during a visit, Kathie was lying beside her grandmother, the two of them companionably quiet. Then Kathie spoke up and said, "Isha [the children's name for their grandmother], "are you thinking about sheep?" Mom said, "That's exactly what I was thinking about! I was picturing them jumping over a fence and thinking it would be nice to have wallpaper with that design."
Thanks for your observation on the joy of grandchildren, Merle.
Barbara Beyer Malley
Barbara,
Thank you so much for writing!
I am so grateful to you for all that you have shared, and to your friends & family, too.
Lotsa hugs,
rhapsody:)
P.S:
& please forgive my mistake- I forgot that Kathie is known as Dr. Malley-Morrison...
:)
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