I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis on 5/19/2021. I am taking over my own blog to start a journal of this new and scary journey. I want to use this platform to write about how I'm feeling, what I'm eating, how I'm sleeping, doctor's appointments, symptoms...fuss, gripe, whine. But, ultimately, I want to use this platform to share my journey as I get to know more about MS and push forward into tomorrow. Every single day.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Remembering Poetry
I was thinking about something that struck me funny. It happened at church on Easter Sunday, sitting in the pew with Andrea and Rob & Julie. First of all, I really was not expecting to see Rob & Julie and was completely surprised when they not only showed up, but decided to sit in their usual pew – with me. Secondly, after the whole “buying-their-house” fiasco, I was really shocked that they were civil – even though they were the ones who made it a “fiasco” in the first place.
...that’s all beside the point...
Anyway – Andrea and I were discussing how the recent time change had really messed up her niece’s sleeping schedule. Rob piped up and made a comment about growing up in the north and how it felt like it was daylight until 10PM...to which I agreed, being from the north myself. Then I said, “Don’t you all remember that Robert Lewis Stevenson poem called ‘Bed in Summer’?” When everyone looked at me blankly, I began to recite:
“In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
“I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me on the street.
“And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?”
They all laughed a bit, looked a little surprised at my impromptu recital, and then Rob – as serious as he could be – said, “We’re engineers...we don’t do poetry.” It was all I could do to keep from laughing myself out of the pew! Julie, his wife, just nodded in agreement.
With regard to the poem – I still love it to this day, which is probably why I was able to recite it off the top of my head like that. My grandmother, Tennie, used to read me all kinds of wonderful things when I was a kid and now I’m trying to instill my love of all things rhythmic and lyrical in my kids. Poetry, A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh), Eloise...so much more. I remember Grandma Tennie reading (and sometimes singing) to me in her scratchy, many-years-a-smoker voice – cigarette in one hand, scotch & milk (with one ice cube) in the other...when I was very young.
TTFN
JMS
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