Biography of Adeline Foster
Born in Calandar, Ontario, in the far north of Canada, Adeline Foster was deeply influenced by the poetry of Robert Service who wrote many of his ballads for the Yukon. She spent her early childhood years in New Brunswick with her grandmother. She adopted her grandmother's name as the pen-name for her poetry volumes. She reminisces fondly about the snowdrifts and Northern Lights, after returning to the North-country. Educated near Toronto, in Oshawa, Ontario, she went back to the north as a grammar teacher. Twice widowed, she moved south to Ottawa and then to Hagersville, in southern Ontario, and is now residing in Hagerstown, Maryland, USA. After graduating in 1997 with a degree in Computer Information Services, she is currently teaching poetry.
Adeline Foster's Works:
Love's Diamond, her first volume of poetry was published in 1982 followed in 1985 by Storm Song. She has also published teaching aids and nonfiction books one of which is I Like To Tell Time (1980) , and a diet booklet: The Souper Success Story, (an explanation and annotation of the Cabbage Soup Diet) also a play entitled Golden Apples of the Sun. Her most recent book The Times Tables Tutor is a teaching aid that employs a series of mazes to enhance the students memory of the times tables.
Adeline Foster Poems
~if There Be No God
If there be no God, Then all the stars, that in their place Have aeons roamed abroad, Would long ago have lost the trace
Bloom Of Youth
Your day will come little girl, little girl, Be patient today and tomorrow. Sip gently the nectar of awakening love, Deep drafts are harbingers of sorrow.*
Who Am I
All of the words I want to say Some other poet has said In such a stupendously marvelous way That they just cry out to be read.
A poet needs a model, As sure as artist's brush. We need not pay commission, For the world will sit for us.
^we The Unencumbered
Tattered misfits, we are called, We ask not hate nor love; Survival is our handbook Stitched with suspicion's glove.
~? O Dearest Love *
O Dearest Love Wherever you are walking My heart is there, My dreams are by your side.
In all the lands I’ve traveled, The places I have been, Each man thinks his own land Is the best he’s ever seen.
~a Writer's Dilemma
I lay me down and long to sleep, Then words come tumbling instead of sheep. Elusive words, that in the day Lay dormant, now come out to play.
.my Heart Is Native
An Indian maid with long plaited hair Indian tunes crooning through the air Could not I be she? My heart is native.
Memory Is A Cheating Thing
Memory is a cheating thing- It only strives to please, And over bitter clouds creates A shimmer to deceive.
The heart is like a honeycomb, Each section having many rooms: Faith, and love, and hope, and trust. Some hearts were never made to stand
Bits and pieces, drops of life Falling petals, crystal moments Stage-set in translucent glass in the snow.
When Love Dies
Love died and yet The bittersweet lived on And little knew that pride was left Now that the love was gone.
Everybody Has Had Somebody
Everybody has had somebody Past or present, as you will. Lives are shaped by those we meet Day by day.
Maternal seasons come at last -
To each belong a year,
Though time cannot undo the past -
Time-washed by maternal tear.
Acknowledgment for what I owe -
Regret for the unperceived
Unlimitedly now I show -
Belated hope achieved.
The words I’ve thrown out to the wind