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I haven’t been around here for quite awhile while I dealt with some things. Mostly, politics was driving me crazy so I stepped out for a bit. I didn’t want to make a big explanatory exit, so I just left … and now I’m back.

It’s been quite a year. While there have been many happy occasions—one son married, another son returned home after two years in Tijuana—I’ve also faced plenty of personal dissappointment and the feeling that little bits of my heart were gradually being stripped away. On the plus side, I’ve done a lot of writing and it looks like I’ll probably publish another volume of poetry by the end of next year. Today I’m sharing three more personal poems that won’t be included in that volume. They kind of ecompass the tectonic shifts in my world this year.

This first one I wrote the day before my oldest son get married.

The second I wrote right before my dad passed away unexpectedly from a freak diagnosis of agressive leukemia. I thought he’d live another 10 years and then suddenly he was gone.

Finally, as my children grow up and move on, I find I’m beginning to lose my sense of direction. We are no longer the center of each other’s attention.

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  1. She Thatcher
    She

    So nice to see you back! Please stay, and please keep sharing your poetry.

    Merrijane: While there have been many happy occasions . . . I’ve also faced plenty of personal dissappointment and the feeling that little bits of my heart were gradually being stripped away.

    Merrijane: Today I’m sharing three more personal poems that won’t be included in that volume. They kind of ecompass the tectonic shifts in my world this year.

    These are lovely, encouraging, and, perhaps universal in their applicability and their humanity. Thank you.

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    • December 2, 2019, at 1:44 PM PST
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  2. Merrijane Member
    Merrijane Post author

    She (View Comment):

    So nice to see you back! Please stay, and please keep sharing your poetry.

    Merrijane: While there have been many happy occasions . . . I’ve also faced plenty of personal dissappointment and the feeling that little bits of my heart were gradually being stripped away.

    Merrijane: Today I’m sharing three more personal poems that won’t be included in that volume. They kind of ecompass the tectonic shifts in my world this year.

    These are lovely, encouraging, and, perhaps universal in their applicability and their humanity. Thank you.

    Thank you, it’s good to be back :)

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    • December 2, 2019, at 1:47 PM PST
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  3. MichaelKennedy Coolidge

    From my great great uncle’s widow.

    Mrs. Jane Kennedy December 7th, 1865 IV

     

    I am all alone this evening communing with my god. I’ll take my pen and write down my thoughts and enter them in the lodje(?).

    Yet is just four years the evening

    Those long three months in passing

    I counted them over and over

    But—oh I’ve counted years since

    Until I’ve counted four.

     

    He never came again

    How can it come to be

    That he fills a soldier’s grave

    Far away in Tennessee.

     

    O’ it is sad to think

    That one wee cherished so

    Should die by rebel hands

    In a just cause and true.

     

    Sleep on brave heart—thy work is done

    That was given thee to do

    He’s finished; God forgive them

    They know not what they do.

     

    Thy work is done, yes well done

    They reward (?) is on high (?)

    Thou hast died a country’s marter(sic)

    Tis no vain sacrifice.

     

    (?) with they what had I’ll clasp

    In fairer worlds on high

    And a happy thought steals over me now

    There will be no sad good-bye.

     

     

    Since my husband said good-bye

    My heart was well nigh breaking

    And the tears were in my eyes

    I held his hand in silence

    And his eyes were glistening to

    “The days I’ve got to leave you

    Although I love you so.”

     

    “I hope you’ll not think hard of me

    For leaving you behind

    I must fight my country’s battle

    Now that the calls for men.”

     

    “Three months will soon be over

    I’ll see you on furlough

    Keep up good courage Jane.”

     

    “Don’t let the children forget me

    Nor their love for me grow dim

    I need not tell you this

    I know what yours has been.”

     

    “I wish the Boys to remember

    What has taken me from home

    And fight to defend their country

    If called upon when men.”

     

    “I know it’s hard to leave you

    Re(main) faithful kind and true

    My duty’s first to god, my country

    And then to you.”

     

    I held his hand in silence

    One moment he was gone

    With a heart too full for utterance

    I was standing there alone.

     

    He survived Shiloh but was wounded at Vicksburg and died June 22, 1863.

     

     

     

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    • December 2, 2019, at 1:49 PM PST
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  4. Merrijane Member
    Merrijane Post author

    MichaelKennedy (View Comment):
    He survived Shiloh but was wounded at Vicksburg and died June 22, 1863.

    What a wonderful keepsake. Thank you for sharing!

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    • December 2, 2019, at 2:09 PM PST
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  5. MichaelKennedy Coolidge

    Merrijane (View Comment):

    MichaelKennedy (View Comment):
    He survived Shiloh but was wounded at Vicksburg and died June 22, 1863.

    What a wonderful keepsake. Thank you for sharing!

    I have his letters to her. They had four children. I cannot imagine why he enlisted. Two died during the war, one at age ten. She remarried and her adult children moved to Chicago. Her husband is buried in the federal cemetery in Memphis but is an “unknown” because it rained the day he was buried and the rain washed off the names which were written in pencil on the coffins.

    Mrs. Jane Kennedy VI

    My Husband’s Grave

    I’ve shed no tear, I’ve breathed no sigh

    Where my husband takes his rest

    I’ve never knelt upon the sod

    That lies above his breast

     

    He sleeps afar from his lovely home

    In a stranger grave alone

    And they who say that lowly mound

    Repeat the word “Unknown “

     

    Unknown to them his children’s love

    That centered all in him

    Unknown to them my ceaseless love

    Not death itself can dim

     

    Oh could I but have closed his eyes

    Received his parting breath

    And heard him speak on sad good-bye

    Before he slept in death

     

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    • December 2, 2019, at 3:45 PM PST
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  6. Mark Camp Member

    I found all three profound and moving, thanks. 

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    • December 2, 2019, at 3:47 PM PST
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  7. Front Seat Cat Member

    I don’t remember you but welcome back! Your poetry is wonderful – so heartfelt and beautiful. You have the heart of a mother and a daughter who loves her family – is there any greater gift? You may have grandchildren and then the house will be filled again. Take comfort that this is God’s plan – he doesn’t will us to stay here on earth, but to return to Him where you will see your loved ones again one day – but not yet, so enjoy your life!

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    • December 2, 2019, at 4:37 PM PST
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  8. Gary McVey Contributor

    A very moving post, Merrijane. Thank you so much for bringing your writing gifts back to us. 

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    • December 2, 2019, at 7:07 PM PST
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  9. Merrijane Member
    Merrijane Post author

    Front Seat Cat (View Comment):
    Take comfort that this is God’s plan

    Very good counsel indeed ❤️

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    • December 2, 2019, at 7:33 PM PST
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  10. Ansonia Member

    Merrijane, I like the poems a lot. Would like to read more.

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    • December 3, 2019, at 8:14 AM PST
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  11. Boss Mongo Member

    Merrijane: I’ve also faced plenty of personal dissappointment and the feeling that little bits of my heart were gradually being stripped away.

    May time and the Lord help your heart heal, bigger and stronger than ever.

    Lovely poems. Thank you.

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    • December 3, 2019, at 8:50 AM PST
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  12. Merrijane Member
    Merrijane Post author

    Ansonia (View Comment):

    Merrijane, I like the poems a lot. Would like to read more.

    Thanks! I’ll continue to post here from time to time. And I’ll let everyone know next year when the new book is ready.

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    • December 3, 2019, at 8:55 AM PST
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