ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Mary Harriet - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

An empty room, an empty chair.
Recall to me the occupant
although she is no longer there.
In my minds eyes I see my aunt.
The family historian.
She knew much more than she would tell.
Knew when to speak when to abstain.
She kept the family secrets well.
I used to love to visit her
and listen to the tales she told
of her young days and how thing were
. In those far distant days of old.
Now she is gone, she was the last
who knew the secrets of the past.


Comments about Mary Harriet by ivor or ivor.e hogg

  • (12/1/2007 8:24:00 PM)


    Hi ivor,

    What an interesting, fantastic, poem.
    I can see your Aunt sitting in her chair,
    whispering secrets to you.

    Exceptional poetry......glorious read.....
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  • Ernestine Northover (11/12/2007 3:00:00 AM)


    There are so manay things I wish I could have asked my Mother or Father, but somehow at the time they don't seem important. And now......! ! ! ! ! Sad really.
    I liked this one lots.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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  • (11/10/2007 6:56:00 PM)


    Hi Ivor! A special Aunt, i'm sure she must have shared most of the secrets of the past
    with you! (10) !
    Thad
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  • (11/10/2007 4:29:00 PM)


    No the secrets live on in you my friend...10 (Report) Reply

  • Matt Mondschein (11/10/2007 3:44:00 PM)


    Ivor:
    Always a pleasure to see you write, down to earth pen!
    Sorry to hear about your Aunt
    Peace
    Matt
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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