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Long Lost Poetry

Brenda Thornlow is an author, animal advocate, & certified Reiki Master from NY. Her books can be found on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & iTunes.


***Several months ago Covid took the life of my mother. Being the only child I took on the responsibility of going through her things within the family home in preparation of having to sell it in the coming months. Needless to say, this task heart-wrenching. The one positive that came out of it was the numerous time capsules I came across. In addition to old family pictures and documents dating back to the Civil War, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet from Kewanee, Illinois. These are pieces that my family and I thought had been lost for decades. I had the privilege of bringing her beautiful works home with me and have decided to share them with others. These are poems dating back to the early 1900's and I will be sharing them over the next few days.***


People Change

People change and the seasons too, some days sunny some days blue.

But the rivers roll on in the same old way, endlessly on, every day.

The seasons come and the seasons go, sunshine and rain or ice and snow.

Each Spring everything comes new once more, new leaves on the trees, new grass round the door.

And inside the home the clock ticks away the hours of happiness or grief each day.

Yes, the clock ticks on through days and years, through heartaches or happiness, smiles or tears.

The same as the river, it changes never, but goes on and on, ever and ever.

And man is born and passes away, he comes and he goes, he has his day.

But the clock ticks on as the river flows and man with all his wisdom comes then goes.

***Originally written by Minnie Louise Bumphrey of Kewanee, Illinois.***


Memories (The Old Home)

I saw an old house while walking down a street where I had not been for many years.

That old house brought back sweet memories and those memories brought tears.

I lived my childhood days all over again.

But that old house now was not old, it was new.

Again, I heard the talk and laughter of youth.

Again, I was young and you were there too.

But dreams or memories I never stay long.

The dreams faded and I was there alone.

I passed on down the old street leaving behind my childhood dreams and home.

***Originally written by Ossian “Minnie” Bumphrey of Kewanee, Illinois.***


I'll Come Back (A Message to My Children)

My children:

No, you will never lose me, so don’t grieve when I pass on.

For I’ll still be always near you though and flesh I may be gone.

When you’re listening to music or you are enjoying the TV, you may feel like someone is near you, and remember this, it’s me.

Yes I’ll always be around you no matter where you go.

In the mountains, in the ocean, and the desert, yes that is so.

I’ll be there no matter what.

I’ll be with you rain or shine on the dark days or the sunny days.

I’ll be with you all the time.

***Originally written by Ossian “Minnie” Bumphrey of Kewanee, Illinois.***

© 2021 Brenda Thornlow

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