She unearths the compost of generations
digs through rocky soil
hopping on roots making fun out of toil
She gathers names of people
places from near and places from far
imagining histories, famines and wars
She constructs memories
traditions of sages, researches
times and dates captured for ages
lives that lived long and others too brief
Some lived with riches, others lived cheap
She taps down the soil, now watered and fed
a garden of eden whose histories have led
to the glorious now
And though not the end of the line
with a kind twinkled eye
she says, “I think I’ll stop now…after all
how many dead cousins do I need to find!”
Jean E. Taddonio
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Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
