A Homespun Memory

     Years ago, I wrote a poem that my mama liked very much.  ‘Course, bein’ the recipient of pure love an’ parent-pride, I never questioned whether she liked it for the poem or because I was her offspring.  To me, the fact that she liked this particular poem touched a special chord in my heart.  When mama passed away, I wanted to do somethin’ to honor her.  Finally, when it was time to buy a headstone, I felt that the best way I could honor her was to give somethin’ of myself that she loved.  The Poem.
     Years later, I tentatively entered my poem in a contest that was open to all countries, certain that I would finally learn that Mama’s appreciation was founded in her love for her child.  To my great surprise, I won Honorable Mention.  I dunno’ if anything has ever surprised or pleased me more than that award because I finally felt that I truly had given my mama somethin’ worthwhile.  Naturally, she an’ I shared a special moment that day.  Whilst I visited her grave, I cried tears of loneliness that she was gone an’ tears of joy that I had given a part of myself that she loved.
     In case you have difficulty reading the words on the headstone, here is a copy of the poem:
Homespun
Homespun; fireplace; the smell of pitchy pine chips;
Burning; smouldering; dying.
The milk cow; milk; cream; butter;
Salted; churning, slowly churning.
Voices; Mama; Daddy; neighbors;
Children laughing, running, playing games.
Fields; plowed; planted; watered;
Yielding food for folks and critters,
To start again; Homespun.

                        By: Just Joany 1979

     Thank you for sharing this memory with me.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

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14 thoughts on “A Homespun Memory

  1. I like it, it evokes the feelings of childhood in me when I was growing up on my grandparents farm. All safe and warm, the youngest in the family. Always felt protected and loved. I will confess that I failed at milking the cow when I was 5 and then tried to suck the milk out ….. hey, I was only 5. A very naive 5, not like the 5 year olds of today.

  2. Thanks, Kathy. That's kinda' how I felt when I wrote it, actually. I was remembering times at my uncle's farm.That's neat about tryin' to suck the milk. You were doin' better than I was. It took yeeeears before I figured out whether the cow laid eggs or the chicken gave milk. After all, they were both white an' for some reason that thoroughly confused me. I felt that whichever did the one hadda' also do the other. LOL. Go figure. ~ Yaya

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  4. miss yaya that was so nice a way for remembering how you and your mom had that nice time together. remembering good stuf is just real good. that a really neat head stone. i like that farm stuff in your poem. its got a real happy feel on it….hugs from lenny

  5. That's lovely, Yaya! I'm sure your mother was very proud of you and happy, too, because your poem acknowkedges/reflects a very happy childhood! What more could a mother ask for?

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