Treasure Island

Scarlett Treat

(1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Full Circle

I worked in a factory
So my child could go to school
To learn to be an office worker,
So her child could go to school
To learn to be a poet,
One who would see
The beauty of the life
Of a factory worker.

I tilled a garden
And grew all our food
So my child could grow,
And afford canned goods,
So her child could become
A writer,
One who could tell of the joy
Of tilling a garden.

I sewed with care
To clothe my child
So she could grow up
To buy ready made clothes,
So her child could become
A weaver of cloth,
And a weaver of tales
Of the life of a seamstress.

I wrote late at night,
When my work was all done,
So my child could afford to buy books in stores,
And her child had time
To become a dreamer of dreams,
A writer like me.

Life has come full circle,
So the grandmother is now the child,
And the child is now the mother,
And the grandchild is - - -
A dreamer of dreams,
A teller of tales.

Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010
Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011

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  • Poem Hunter (7/17/2011 4:04:00 AM)

    Thought that was a good write, Scarlett. I like the contrast between poet and the factory worker, indeed we can find beauty in the most unlikely places sometimes. Some poets are raised in the city, not everyone grew up in the woods like Wordsworth, I guess. (Report) Reply

  • Pablo Percussion (10/19/2010 5:44:00 PM)

    Would you mind if I quoted Will Shakespeare: 'He childed as I father'd! '. I like the sentiments of your poem,

    Jimmy (Report) Reply

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