Biography of Jacquie StewartHeimann
My favorite and my Inspiration!
We are Seven
- - - - A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
- Her beauty made me glad.
'Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be? '
'How many? Seven in all, ' she said
And wondering looked at me.
'And where are they? I pray you tell.'
She answered, 'Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.
'Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.'
'You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! - I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.'
Then did the little Maid reply,
'Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.'
'You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.'
'Their graves are green, they may be seen, '
The little Maid replied,
'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.
'My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.
'And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
'The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.
'So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
'And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.'
'How many are you, then, ' said I,
'If they two are in heaven? '
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
'O Master! we are seven.'
'But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven! '
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, 'Nay, we are seven! '
by William Wordsworth
Jacquie StewartHeimann Poems
Just Like You!
I glance down and smile My little girl looks at me In my best dress and shoes Red lipstick on her grinning face
Cassie And Ian
Cassie stands there Fair of face Kind and true Full of grace
White and fluffy, sailing through the sky Images of our childhood dreams A fiery dragon, a pirate ship An angel with gossamer wings
The Summer I Was Four
Dedicated to Tabitha Marie Utzig, Age 4 I slept with my favorite toys Went swinging in the park
The Neverending Winter
A new day dawns with colors red The morning creeps across the bed As I arise to start the day
The searing sun beats down A birds cry shrieks from overhead The silence stretches out... Broken by the shout 'Batter Up! '
Cry Me A River
Cry me a river Then sing out a song Go celebrate life After I'm gone
Attachments made As years go by First friends, then family Laughter shared
It's time to celebrate a life That's spanned a lot of years Full of love and family Good times, laughs and tears
The wind moans through brittle cracks A quiet scraping at the panes Outside a desolate, barren land And a solitary ravaged tree
We’ve reached the twilight of our years Outside the cold wind blows But on the hearth a fire burns And bathes us in its glow
(Dedicated to Autumn, Hailee and Wyatt) From the moment of their first breath We live for our child's firsts
We see the frail old woman Sitting in the park Her face is worn and furrowed Her hair no longer dark
Knowing when to talk and when to listen. Knowing when to laugh and when to cry.
(Dedicated to Autumn, Hailee and Wyatt)
From the moment of their first breath
We live for our child's firsts
Their first smile, their first laugh
Their first cry and tears
Their first tooth, first step, first word
Their first 'I love you'
Their first journey alone, so brave