I'd like to share my special Christmas present with all of my kindred spirits (sorry, I just watched Anne of Green Gables). This year in my family, we did it secret santa style. I asked if everyone was cool with a handmade gift, which to my surprise, I got one giant thumbs up across the board. On this 2010 xmas morn, I opened my prez, and lo and behold, it was a handmade present. My grandma wrote me a poem and had it framed. She reminisces with me FREQUENTLY (as only grandma's do) about how I used to love when she'd get me sailor dresses, which has led her to forever think of me when she sees anything having to do with sailors, the sea, etc. So I knew from the title that this poem was going to make me feel gut wrenching love for her, and could quite possibly bring me to tears in the middle of a large group of nosey italians. I made it through with a knotted throat and clenched teeth. She emailed it to me later "just in case." She's written piles of poems, gotten published in newspapers, magazines, etc., and I feel honored that she took the time to write this one just for me.
The Little Girl in a Sailor Dress
Reminiscent of sailing
a drifting away she would
one day do
As though we knew
we dressed her
in sailor dresses
The quick smiles
the giggles
laughter like small waves rippling
in a stream
The dreamer whose eyes looked
into distance
beckoning the world to be hers
so we dressed her
in sailor dresses
The faraway looks
that exposed her soul
We had to have seen it all
The seafarer
eager to set sails
on foreign shores
magic cities to capture
Sinbad, her secret lover
enticing her with stories
of lands to be explored
mountains to climb
and rivers to cross
But it was not yet to be
too many moons had still
to glide across translucent skies
for the Little Girl in a Sailor dress
Time now
unwrapped
Her wayfaring heart
eager to pause
to rest
in a city by the sea
while her eyes set on new horizons
to explore promises made
by the Little Girl in a Sailor Dress
grams 1942
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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This is the SWEETEST. PRESENT. EVERRRRRRRRR!!
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza ("Reminiscent of sailing / a drifting away she would / one day do / As though we knew / we dressed her / in sailor dresses") is so loving, grandmotherly, and beautiful. Usually we hear mourning for children growing up, but I really like that this poem anticipates and celebrates it.
Thanks for sharing!
she knows you right down to your wayfaring heart!!
ReplyDeletesuper sweet.
absolutely perfect, period.
ReplyDeleteoh and i could watch anne of green gables any day...watched it at my grandma's house every summer since i could remember
ReplyDeleteTate- I hadn't thought of it like that, but I'm diggin that point you made!
ReplyDeleteSarah - Let's take these wayfaring hearts on the road!
Tianna - That movie is amazing! I hadn't watched it since I was little, and it was even better than I remember! I love the idea of kindred spirits and bosom friends!
haha that's what i took away from that movie as well! i always loved the word bosom. Have you watched anne of avonlea?
ReplyDeleteDude, this is out of this world! What a serious treasure! I love that she thought to write it for you. It's such a personal and loving gift. I'm impressed that your Grandma is so open and thoughtful with you. She's a talented writer, and a total beaut! I admire your noisy Italian family. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this with us. I love it.