Common to Us All . . .

 

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So many things are common to us all;

The love of food and little homes to tend,

A child's first toddling steps across the room,

The gay heart-warming laughter of a friend;

 

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A little self-sown tree beside the door,

A stone-rimmed flower bed, a lily pool,

A cook-stove sending out a happy glow,

The homey comfort of a kitchen stool;

 

  

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The fun of planning meals and making jam,

Of painting chairs and buying drapes to match,

of doing pickles up, and canning stuff

Gathered in fresh from your own garden patch,

  

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Planning a weekend at a country place,

Seeing a cousin who has lost her son,

Trying to comfort her with loving words,

Feeling so helpless there with everyone;

 

 

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The first shy opening buds of buttercups,

A rainbow arched above a waterfall,

The little home where love keeps tender watch,

Life's precious things . . .  so common to us all.

~Edna Jaques 

I thought I would share a sweet little poem with you this morning. I have a collection of poetry books, gifted to me by a friend, of the poetry of Edna Jacques. She is a  Canadian Poet whom I love. My mother had a book of her poems, Fireside Poems.  I can't tell you how many times I read that book when I was growing up.  She gifted it to me finally when I was grown up.  I have carried it with me around the world. 

Lecturer, author and poet, Edna Jaques was a popular figure throughout Canada. Her poems sometimes depicted the harsh beauty of the Prairies, but above all they celebrated the daily experiences of domestic life. Born in Collingwood, Ontario, on January 17, 1891, she moved with her family to a homestead southeast of Moose Jaw in 1902. Her education included business college in Vancouver; in 1921 she married Ernest Jamieson, and they had one daughter. 

 The family later homesteaded in the Tisdale area; but after four years Jaques returned south, and she and her daughter lived at various places in Saskatchewan and elsewhere. Jaque’s reputation as a popular poet grew rapidly during the 1930s. She had always loved poetry, and at 14 had first published poems in the Moose Jaw Times. In 1932 this newspaper produced her first two poetry collections, which sold quickly. Subsequent volumes did well too, and her poems appeared in newspapers across Canada; her best-known poem, “In Flanders Now,” was placed in the chapel at Arlington Cemetery near Washington, DC. 

She also wrote newspaper and magazine articles. A popular speaker, Jaques’s first appearance was at the Moose Jaw Women’s Canadian Club (1929); her touring ventures, often supported by the Women’s Canadian Club, burgeoned, and she spoke regularly to diverse audiences across Canada. She died on September 13, 1978, in Toronto. 

I have always loved her poetry.  It is simple and speaks to my heart in a very simple way.  In short, it always resonates with me and with my feelings. 

Anyways, I thought to share some of her words with you this morning and decided to share the first poem that showed up when I opened her book, "Back-door Neighbors."

Because that is how I feel about you. Like we are Back-door Neighbors.    

Oh, I meant to tell you the other day, my son Doug got his test results back. His heart is still operating at only 35% despite the new heart medication they have him on, so they are referring him to Saint John where they are going to insert a Defibrillator. Its not a pacemaker, but it will help to kickstart his heart if it fails.  Not sure when this will be done. Covid, of course makes everything a bit more difficult. 

Also Tatiana has had her operation and is home resting.

Prayers for both would be so appreciated! 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛.Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional,

Its a sign you have a big heart,

and that you aren't afraid to let others see it.

Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.

~Brigette Nicole  •。★★ 。* 。•。★★ 。* 。  

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Mars Bar Squares.  Chew, gooey, and crisp.  These moreish bars are bound to please. I small batched them as well.  Enjoy!

Have a beautiful Sunday!  Don't forget along the way of your day . . . 

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And I do too!