I've been writing poetry since I was in junior high school, but for the most part, I've kept my writings private. (The exception has been the many motivational pieces I've written for students to perform.) Several years ago, while exploring some of the items left in the dresser drawer in the room my grandmother once occupied at my mom's house, I came across this poem. I was delighted, yet baffled. Did my grandmother really write this? I never, ever would have even imagined her penning a poem, especially not something as fabulously insightful as this one. I just didn't know this side of my grandmother at all!
I remember getting on the computer and searching for the lines of the poem, to see if perhaps someone else had authored it. Nothing came up. I even did it again, before starting this post. Still, nothing. I recently learned that this poem was read at my grandmother's funeral in 1986, but I have no memory of hearing it, then. The person who mentioned it to me referred to it as, "that beautiful poem that was written by your grandmother". I think that with that, along with the inscription and dedication which follow the poem, it's time for me to accept what I found so hard to believe. My "brother's grandmother" (lol) was a poet!
It is with enormous pride that I present the poem, "You Say I'm Growing Old?", written by Mary Davis Hill Thomas, January 24, 1960, and dedicated to her children, Howell, (Mary)Anne, and Jane.
As Mary Thomas
feel(s) about herself this January 24, 1960
Mary H. Thomas
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