Poetry,
Is a series of
Unopened boxes,
Nestled inside each other.
Boxes which
Gently open,
One by one,
When repeatedly read aloud with
Someone you love.
Cerita M. Hewett January 30, 1999
Family
Family Breakfast
Early this morning as I was walking,
A dainty rust colored bird was already,
Fixing breakfast for her family.
From the damp green lawn,
She tugged and extracted
A long brown worm.
Adjusting it in her mouth,
And vigorously flapping her wings,
She flew off to her nest.
The worm dangled in the morning air,
His fate settled by the determination
Of a mother feeding her hungry family.
Our grandchildren love waffles,
Crepes, bacon, and eggs,
Can ‘worm’ be as delicious to little birds?
Cerita M. Hewett
June 2009
Mailing Packages
The neighbor’s lights are up,
They are in the Christmas spirit!
I can see their tree through the window,
It shines out to encourage me.
Our children are out of the dolls and play truck ages,
They have marched past the name brand clothing stage,
I will need to mail their packages,
What will delight their hearts today?
It’s hard to know.
I want to please them,
But really can’t be sure
How to get that adult face
To shine once again.
Perhaps it is not possible now,
Now that they know so much of the world,
But I will try.
Cerita M. Hewett
2002 (revised 2014)
Thanks and Gobblers
(Thanks)
For butterfly wings and fluffy clouds,
For sweet rose scent and tangy pickle juice,
For craggy rocks and soft warm sand,
For children’s hands.
I thank thee Lord!
Cerita M. Hewett
(revised 2014)
(Gobblers)
The great turkey gobbler makes a noise!
He gobbles at the girls.
He gobbles at the boys.
Though we run away from all that squabble,
We laugh until we nearly wobble,
Cause soon we’ll be the ones that gobbles!
Cerita M. Moore
About 1961
Harvest
We ate thick vegetable soup,
Sitting on the retaining wall,
In the backyard.
Plump piles of leaves
Waited to be mower mulched,
And wheel barreled to the garden,
While we shared cracker,
A kiwi,
An apple.
Sun soaked and work warmed,
We talked of pecan harvest,
Grown children,
And Thanksgiving.
Neither spoke of love,
But we gathered it anyway.
Cerita M. Hewlett
December 3, 1997
Composting
Ed’s little family can
Eat half a watermelon
In nothing flat!
They chew all the pink off the rind,
Leaving just a little white
Next to the dark green shell.
What Applejacks the pony gets is pitiful,
Still he eagerly gobbles the leavings and
The chickens snatch anything he misses.
Cerita M. Hewett
August 2011
So Here I Am
Responding to family and suggestions from religious leaders, I am creating a facebook account and a blog. This will be an interesting journey for one who has lived three score and fifteen years. Since all that is posted on the internet seems to remain eternally, I will consider somewhat carefully what I post and yet I want to be true to my best self. Some of the pieces chosen were written long ago and some are recent.
A day without poetry is a sad day, yet I do not sit down every day and read a volume of poetry. Rather I notice it as it occurs naturally around me in phrases of children, songs, hymns, books, magazines, and the speech that surrounds me. And yes, I do take time to read poetry along the way because I love its sound and how it helps me perceive the world around me more clearly.
I really do not consider myself to be a poet, rather someone who enjoys shortened text. If something I write turns out to be poetic that is a pleasant surprise! I write to record, to remember experiences, and to have the deeper meaning of these happenings exposed to view. Looking back on what I have written through the years, the rich blessings received and the optimism of my life is quite evident.
My hope is that something here will bring a smile and will remind someone of the greatness and vitality of everyday life here on earth as children of a loving Heavenly Father. That we will all find greater joy as we we travel along together learning, laughing, crying, and appreciating the importance of our common Earth life and God given experiences.
Cerita M. Hewett October 9, 2014