Homesick

The days are clear; the sky is blue,
And spring is in the April air,
Yet such sadness as I never knew
Fills all my thoughts with deep despair.

As daylight long and longer grows,
So strong and stronger grows my pain,
And sluggishly life’s current flows
Till I’ll be coming home again.

April 28, 1940

Night Wind

Wind prowls through my house tonight
Restlessly, uneasily,
Like a lost soul seeking a place to lie–
To rest forever.
Stealthily he enters my room,
Moves a curtain,
Shakes each window
Separately, distinctly–
Lifts a paper from the table by my bed
And throws it in disgust upon the floor,
Where in the morning it will bear
Mute evidence to the prowler of the night.
He touches my face with ghostly fingers,
Clammy, yet incredibly gentle,
Then moans tiredly and moves on to other rooms,
Perhaps to other houses than mine,
— Still unsatisfied.

April 9, 1939

Mona Lisa

Oh, lovely lady on the wall,
When great Da Vinci painted you
He must have known you would enthrall
A waiting world, its faith renew.

Your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands
Attract my glance when I am near.
Your soul looks out and understands
My every hope, my every fear.

Though I might wander far and wide,
From Texas to the tower of Pisa,
Still I’ll return to live beside
My friend, the Mona Lisa.

March 27, 1938

Poor Ladies

There never was a love like mine for you.
I challenge Cleopatra, Josephine, and Helen, too;
They all were handicapped–no wonder they were blue,
Because they never had the love of my own sweet you.

March 20, 1938

Friendship

Never a hill too high to climb,
Never a road too long,
Never a day that endless looms
If I face it with a song.

Never a pain that’s too severe,
Nothing I cannot mend,
Never a task will I resent,
If I know you are my friend.

Never a cloud to dim my sun,
Though it hide heaven above,
Never a blast can chill my heart
As long as I have your love.

February 27, 1938

The Baby

What is our baby? A gift of God
To be cherished and trained and adored–
New feet to walk where old ones have trod–
The lost youth of his parents, restored.

A pink and white angel with eyes of blue,
Bundle from heaven, sweet as a rose,
Precious elf with a smile that’s new
And the tiniest, saucy round nose.

I’ll hold him and love him and watch him grow–
He’s a baby for such a short span.
It’s a law of nature, as well we know,
That our baby will soon be a man.

April 20, 1944

Becca notes: Janette’s baby turns 71 today!  Happy birthday, Dad!

Double Anniversary

The calendar says it has been a decade
Since we four embarked on a sea
That was sorely disturbed by waves of divorce
And where winds of suspicion blew free.

But we were brave sailors and sailed blindly on
In our matrimonial bark,
With faith in each other and trust in the Lord
Under skies that were starless and dark.

And now that we’ve weathered the ten hardest years,
We pause, and in looking ahead,
We can hope that some day they’ll be fifty–
The years we’ve been happily wed.

November 23, 1941

Becca notes: Janette and Ralph eloped on November 22, 1931, one week after their first date.  Another couple eloped along with them, and they were married in a double ceremony.  The other couple later divorced.  Ralph and Janette, however, were married 56 years before Ralph passed away, and they celebrated their fiftieth anniversary in 1981 with a wonderful party of family and friends.

I apologize for the long delay in posting more of Janette’s poems!  I got kind of overwhelmed with pregnancy, holidays, and a full-family bout of bronchitis, but I’m feeling better now and looking forward to sharing more poems while awaiting the birth of Janette’s fifth great-grandchild!