CREEK ROAD GANG
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Katie Rose Convery:
Lady of the Forest
copyright 2010
Lady Of The Forest
As a child I thought you magical
with eyes in the back of your head
and a little birdie who told you everything
My teenaged scorn, threatening as an epitaph
your weary motto “All things in moderation”
merited only a bemused Mona Lisa look
You did your best to tame our jungle bungalow
reverently tending roses on a hand-terraced hill
playfully serving summer meals al fresco on the flagstone
sternly protecting your prized-as-a-youngest-child
Japanese maple
Oh, how I chided you for being boring
when all along your being was a buddha
now I hear your birdlike heartbeat everywhere
As a child I thought you magical
with eyes in the back of your head
and a little birdie who told you everything
My teenaged scorn, threatening as an epitaph
your weary motto “All things in moderation”
merited only a bemused Mona Lisa look
You did your best to tame our jungle bungalow
reverently tending roses on a hand-terraced hill
playfully serving summer meals al fresco on the flagstone
sternly protecting your prized-as-a-youngest-child
Japanese maple
Oh, how I chided you for being boring
when all along your being was a buddha
now I hear your birdlike heartbeat everywhere
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Biographical Note for Kathryn Rose Convery:
I live with my husband in the western suburbs of Philadelphia, am a mother, step-mother, grandmother and mother-in-law. A longtime fan of poetry I still thrill to the first poem I learned in first grade – Baby Chick by Aileen Fischer – “Peck, peck, peck on the warm brown egg….”
I live with my husband in the western suburbs of Philadelphia, am a mother, step-mother, grandmother and mother-in-law. A longtime fan of poetry I still thrill to the first poem I learned in first grade – Baby Chick by Aileen Fischer – “Peck, peck, peck on the warm brown egg….”
