Notes from Jan

Some Days Only a Poem Will Do

May 13, 2017

Today was such a day, dulled by heavy clouds and just too chilly for my liking in May.

After running a few errands, settled into my nest, watched the Red Sox win a game before deciding to fold the laundry. Time to get at the musts of daily living.  Didn’t take long before I found myself leaving the musts, sitting in a comfortable chair with a book of poetry in hand, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.

Tomorrow’s Mother’s Day, a mixed emotions day for some with and without children. The approaching day’s mixed for me, as well, missing the one without whom there’d be no Chad or Heather, Matt, Kristina and five Grands.

So, it did me good to read, then remember the one, who didn’t write poetry but loved me well for more than fifty years and told me so in his own way.

The Blue Robe  by Wendell Berry

How joyful to be together, alone

as when we first were joined

in our little house by the river

long ago, except that now we know

each other, as we did not then;

and now instead of two stories fumbling

to meet, we belong to one story

that the two, joining, made. And now

we touch each other with the tenderness

of mortals, who know themselves:

how joyful to feel the heart quake

at the sight of a grandmother,

old friend in the morning light,

beautiful in her blue robe!”


See what I mean?

Some days, only a poem will do.

 May Mother’s Day remind you, that I, for one, am thankful your Mother had you.  I’m grateful for your good company on this journey.

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  • Reply Dale Lefever May 14, 2017 at 12:02 am

    Thanks for inviting us on the journey.

    Happy Mother’s Day.


  • Reply Marianne Cannon May 14, 2017 at 12:58 am

    Thank you for sharing part of your day with us, Jan. As I read your words, I felt you were a kindred spirit. And the poem!

    This morning as I was going through my daughters’ closets looking for something to donate to the Village2Village Clothes Exchange at the Cabot Street Y in Beverly, I came upon my mother’s old blue bathrobe…it still smelled so sweetly of her. I thought of stuffing it in the bag I was preparing for the exchange, but my hands stopped at its hanger and they would not move another inch. She had always left it there in my daughter’s closet, where it waited for her next visit from Florida.
    I, too, left it there this morning. It would wait for me to come upstairs on another day to visit again. And some day I will want to wear the old blue robe, too.

    Funny how the love and companionship of Jesus is felt at such humble moments in my life.

  • Reply Marty Lefever May 14, 2017 at 1:14 am

    Grateful for you, dear friend! Happy Mother’s Day!

  • Reply Sue Andringa May 14, 2017 at 4:48 am

    Happy Mother’s Day, Jan ! You are so special!

  • Reply Madeline May 14, 2017 at 5:45 pm

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us

  • Reply Shirley M Dubeau May 14, 2017 at 10:48 pm

    Thanks, Jan!
    That’s a lovely poem …
    Glad you’re in my life too

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