Lila gives us two poems written in different decades that encourage us all.
Lila’s April Poetry
Be Careful What You Wish For
As we start a new year, we sometimes make resolutions and wishes when we don’t have proper foresight.
“Be careful what you wish for,” is from the Aesop Fable, The Old Man and Death.
Lila wrote a 23 word poem at age 89 that addresses this thought.
Soup Carrying
Look Out For a Soup Carrier
Here’s a letter of advice written by Lila in the early 1990’s to my brother. She based her advice on the book East of Eden by John Steinbeck.
Just for a moment, pretend Lila is your mom. You will profit from this life-changing advice.
Relationship Advice
Lila wrote thirty-four word poem that gives us wise relationship advice. You will never look at a plastic shopping bag the same way again.
Love in the Time of Covid
“I don’t feel like reading anymore.” Those six words made me stop talking on the phone with Lila. Something was very wrong. Her back was hurting, her stomach was upset, and she was fatigued. Her appetite was gone.
Why I Pray and Vintage Cherry Squares
When you’re as old as Lila (age 91), you have wisdom. When Lila was in college in her 50’s, she asked her religion professor, Dr. David Hay, for a list of the most important books he had ever read.
Grandmaternity Leave and Pineapple Fluff
Familyandfarming is taking a Grandmaternity Leave this November and December! We have a new grandchild!
The Retirement and Sneaky Zucchini Brownies
This is from Lila’s series about work. Get out your tissues.
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Women Gather at the Modern River Bank and No Fail Cornbread
Lila wrote an observational poem in 1986, alluding to a Sigmund Freud quote.
“The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?'” Sigmund Freud.
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I Have Killed No Birds and Sugar-Crusted Rhubarb Squares
Here’s a poem by Lila about those who might clean too much to the detriment of wildlife.
I’m not one of those people…
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