Friday, July 10, 2020

Not out of Print - find it here

A poem from Now Might as Well be Then

                        A Very Old Photograph
                             Glenda Council Beall 
Shy with the camera,
she stands in her white sailor dress
one arm behind her back.
Her dark eyes, so much like mine,
glance right. Her lips almost smile.

I wish I had known her then.
We’d have been friends,
going to pound suppers, singing
alto in the church choir.
She was loved as I was loved,
sheltered by Mama, strengthened
by her Papa’s expectations.

How could she have imagined ageing?
Certainly not at fourteen
and looking so lovely.
She never thought she’d grow old,
lose her memory, and depend on me,
her daughter, to care for her.

From Now Might As Well Be Then (Finishing Line Press, 2009)


Elephant's Child said...

Such a poignant poem and painfully true of many of us.

Glenda Beall said...

Thank you for your comment, EC. Amazon says my poetry book is out of print, but that is not true. It can still be ordered from Finishing Line Press, the publisher.

Anonymous said...

Losing memory..... one of the things that is really scary.

Glenda Beall said...

Yes, Anonymous it is very scary. Thanks for leaving your comment.