Poems by L. Neva Harrison

Hi everyone,

While rearranging some files I stopped to read these two poems by my mother. Our family had no idea she wrote poetry until she was in her nineties and casually asked one day if I would like to read her poems.

My sister Jule worked for a printer at the time so she pulled Mom’s poems together and presented everyone in the family with a booklet of poems by L. Neva Harrison. Mom carried her copy in her walker to show friends at Montclair, where she was living then. These two poems are about me. Jule hadn’t come on the scene yet.

MAGIC

Dirty fingerprints
On the icebox door,
Muddy little footprints
Across the kitchen floor,

Sticky drops of jelly,
Scattered cookie crumbs,
Clues to refreshments
Taken on the run,

He may be fighting dragons,
Rounding up a spy,
He may be mighty Superman
Flying through the sky,

Could be he’s a cowboy
Handy with a gun
Keeping cattle rustlers
Always on the run,

Might be he’s outwitting
Giants that he meets,
Maybe he’s a wizard
Performing magic feats,

No time to wash his hands,
No time to wipe his feet,
No time to get a plate,
Only time to eat,

Today’s the same as yesterday
And the day before,
Fingerprints on the icebox,
Footprints on the floor.

(c) 2005 by L. Neva Harrison, all rights reserved

CONTENTMENT

Straw hat,
Cane pole,
Can of bait,
Fishing hole.

Sunny day,
Lazy stream,
Place to rest,
Dream to dream.

Light heart,
Whistle of joy,
Perfect day,
Happy boy.

(c) 2005 by L. Neva Harrison, all rights reserved

Take a bow, Mom. And thanks!

26 comments on “Poems by L. Neva Harrison

    • Thanks, Jane. Mom told me, to my utter amazement, she started writing poems before I was born. She had a shoebox stuffed with a lifetime of poems.

  1. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I also write poetry that no one sees. Connie

    On Wed, Nov 28, 2018 at 07:17 AM, Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog wrote:

    davidlharrison posted: “Hi everyone,

    While rearranging some files I stopped to read these two poems by my mother. Our family had no idea she wrote poetry until she was in her nineties and casually asked one day if I would like to read her poems.

    My sister Jule worked for a”

  2. Apparently your talent is inherited (or your mom surrounded you with language and books because she also valued them–or maybe both!) How lucky you are to have these treasures. Thanks for sharing them.

    • Thank you, Buffy. I think it was both. Mom taught me the Gettysburg Address when I was four and had me reading before I started school. There were always books around me, either personally owned or taken home from the library. She kept scrapbooks of everything I ever did. I can’t remember when she wasn’t a loving presence during my early years.

    • She was a talented singer, loved to dance, paint, and entertain. She loved her family and took us on numerous trips as a group.

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