Monday, August 24, 2009

A Borrowed Poem

Things will be busy the next couple of weeks as school (and work) begins again for me. Please bear with me if posts are elusive for a little while. Meanwhile I am borrowing a poem to share written by my friend and Cleveland Heights poet laureate Gail Ghetia Bellamy. This is one of my favorites:
Tall Kitchens
by Gail Ghetia Bellamy

In my first marriage
we moved a lot
and I struggled
in tall kitchens
where other women
had hung their tea cups
and stored their grandmothers'
turkey platters
I tried to
hit all the hooks
reach all the shelves
and make fresh-baked pies
with good apple smells
that would waft from
to backyards
so none of the neighbors
would notice
how short I fell.


Linda S. Socha said...

Love this one Diane
Thanks for sharing it. I think many of us have been that once or twice!

Susan's Snippets said...


I LOVED the poem - I can relate to it from way back when - as a new bride.

i also tried and tried

p.s. - No worries about blogging - take care of what you need to.


Ms Hen said...

.. end of August/beginning of September always is a busy changing time. (me too).

Enjoy your work and school and all....... I learned that in Al-Anon live in the MOMENT.

Poetikat said...

I like this a great deal. That striving to live up to expectations, so well captured in the heights of cup-hooks and shelves. Really nice. I can see why she's a favourite.


Moohaa said...

Love the poem! I still fall short every day. And I never make pies. Sigh. My poor hubby. :)

Hope this school year treats you well, friend. Til we hear from you again..

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

Do what ;you need to do in the transition. We'll be waiting.

Violetwrites said...

They fell short not recognizing how tall you are.