Saturday, June 13, 2009

Call for Help!

I've received an email from a visitor to Remembrances of an Arkansas Stamper for a poem I mentioned in my Comments to her post, Fall, 1939, where I mentioned a poem, whose title was something about a Garden Gate.

If any of you writers and poets recall this poem, here is Elise's request and e-mail! I don't know if she is a blogger. But it would make her mother happy, and Elise, too.

Elise Smith at e-mailed me the following request:
Greetings, I stumbled across your response to the blog of Remembrances of an Arkansas Stamper. In it you mentioned "...There is poem about a Mother waiting at the garden gate for the return of her child. ..." which is exactly the poem my mother asked me to search for, for her. I know nothing else about the poem but would really like to find it for my mom. I appreciate your time, attention and any assistance you can provide. Thank you so much. Best wishes and regards. sincerely, Elise (like 'Release' without the 'R' ... E lease)

The poem was a tribute to a Mother who was always waiting for her child regardless of the period in their life. The last stanza mentioned the Mother was in heaven, and would be waiting by Heaven's gate to welcome her child again some day.

In my high school days I did some poem writing, and loved poetry. Mother gave me, and I also purchased a few anthologies of poetry, usually topical in arrangement. These were usually inspirational works from Hallmark stores, the most famous, as I remember, called Leaves of Gold. However, I had several similar albums. I remember a lot of the works were "Author Unknown."

I used this poem in a church bulletin I published in the 1980s but I no longer have my library. I had to downsize when we semi-retired and moved to Arkansas into a manufactured home. I had to downsize again when allergist told me to get rid of things that accumulated dust and mold.

The poem may exist on a 1.44 floppy disk, but I have no working computer with the capability to read floppies now. I do have a huge collection of both size floppies.


TorAa said...

Well, I tried to figure out, but in vain.

I'm only a Norwegian with lot's of family in US.

Have a great weekend

Sniffles and Smiles said...

I don't recall this one...just wanted to stop by to especially say that I will miss you while I am off-line...I have always truly looked forward to my visits with you!!! You have become a treasured friend, and I am so glad to know you...I'm not sure, but I think my statcounter shows that you visited, and tried to leave a didn't make it lost in cyberspace, I guess...I didn't want you to think I didn't value it...I never got to read it as it didn't show up in my box. Just wanted you to know because I truly value you!!! I look forward to seeing you when I return!!! Love to you, and your family!!! ~Janine XO

Abe Lincoln said...

Thanks a bunch for your visit and comment about ancestors. I appreciate it a lot.

Pat - Arkansas said...

I've emailed your inquirer with the following. I have no idea if it's the one she's looking for, but it's sweet.

"She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate;

And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us --
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet,

Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late --
Watching from Heaven's window,
Leaning from Heaven's gate."

"The Watcher -- Mother" by Margaret Widdemer

NitWit1 said...

Thank you! thank you! thank you! Pat. That is it. In fact it describes my Mother so well I am going to print it out for a Mother's Day post or some other use. She never learned to drive, and was so anxious she could not escort us and keep us out of harm's way.