Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Mother and Her Son

Here is one of my favorite childhood poems, from a Scholastic book of poetry, now old and yellowed, and here is the pencil drawing I made of Abe Lincoln. I couldn't believe that I saved both all of these years. I still love Poetry, and the beauty of language, and wonder whether children still read and memorize poems in school, such as "Nancy Hanks."

"Nancy Hanks"     by RoseMary Benet

If Nancy Hanks
came back as a ghost,
Seeking news of
what she loved most,
She'd ask first,
"Where's my son?
What's happened to Abe?
What's he done?

"Poor little Abe
Left alone
Except for Tom,
Who's a rolling stone;
He was only nine
The year I died.
I remember still
How hard he cried.

"Scraping along
In a little shack,
With hardly a shirt
To cover his back,
And a prairie wind
To blow him down,
Or pinching times
If he went to town.

"You wouldn't know
About my son?
Did he grow tall?
Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read?
Did he get to town?
Do you know his name?
Did he get on?"




4 comments:

Janet, said...

I'd never heard that poem before. I like your drawing. I think it is neat that you still have it. I don't think I have anything from my early school days except report cards and certificates.

chasity said...

that is so neat that you have those treasures from your childhood!

Rita said...

You did a good job on that drawing! I remember having to get up and give a poem that I had memorized. Ohhhh, that was tramatic for me back then. I was very shy when I was younger. Not so now! Ha!

GretchenJoanna said...

Wonderful post, Anita! Yes, I too envy you having something from your school days. I probably tossed my own stuff when I was a teenager and thought it embarrassing. I think probably children should not have access to those things until they are at least in their 20's, and preferably with children of their own, so that they will appreciate them...
I liked "Lincoln" too! And that's a lovely poem.

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