When snows have gone and grass comes creeping through,
And sunlight glints on hedges wet with dew,
I watch and listen through my kitchen door,
Until I see the robins winging back once more.
Thus, as the years have passed me one by one,
I wait through each cold month until the sun
Warms through my window, and I wait to see
The springtime bring the robins singing back to me.
The years have fled, I cannot linger long,
But let me hear one note of robin's song;
That I may know the warmth of spring, and then
Just once more see the robins coming back again.
Written by my Grandma,2/12/1956
Ada Briese Cromer
i'm very glad to see you active here again after an apparent long absence! ! let me see what Grandma wrote when i, bri, was 7 years old. her poem, like your MUCH DIFFERENT (topic-wise) ... Sweet, appears impeccably-written. darn! nothing for me to 'complain about'! (cont.) ..
its absolutely breathtaking...the celebration of nature and its inevitability....the frailty of man... all brought together in such a tender and endearing style loved reading it...what a treat blessings
Ah Debbie - - this is filled with warmth and nostalgia - -and has every token of fine narrative poetry - - thank you for posting it - - -your Grandma would be duly proud of your wish that more readers will now be able to enjoy 'Grandma's Robins' in this sweet little verse..... a 10 to be sure from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) .. Just once more see the robins coming back again......sounds to me like Grandma is expecting her death or a move, or the death or relocation for the robins. hmm? to MyPoemList. bri ;)