by Jerry Stubbs
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March 17, 2006

ODE TO A MAID

June 03, 2006 06:05 PM EDT (Updated: July 08, 2006 02:28 PM EDT)
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THE YOUNG MAID GROWS LIKE A GANGLING SPROUT

'TILL SHE LEARNS WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT.

THEN WITH EYES AGLOW THEIR ARMS ENTWINE

LIKE THE STEMS OF THE BEAUTIFUL IVY VINE.

POLLINATION TAKES PLACE FROM THE LOVE THEY SHARE

AND THE BUD GROWS BIGGER IN THE FRAGRANT AIR

'TILL THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE BLOSSOM IN YOU

TO BURST FORTH IN THE YEAR NINETEEN THIRTY TWO.

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Comments: 2

Cami Soul Aug 23, 2006, 10:42am EDT
Hi Jerry, I came here because Marinela told us about you. I was intrigued by the first line of this poem. This reminds me of my daughter (any daughter). The first four lines create a fantastic image. I am fascinated by viney, growing things.

I am curious about the date? Nineteen thirty two.

I am sorry about your loss of Annette. I cannot imagine what you have been through. I hope your poetry gives you some release.
Jerry Stubbs Aug 23, 2006, 9:56pm EDT
Thanks, Cami. Both for this one and the one about Annette. I wrote this poem for my then mother-in-law on my husband's birthday. He was born in 1932. So often we forget about the mothers who give birth. So I was acknowledging her effort. Annette was my daughter by a previous marriage. She died at 2 1/2 in 1956. I still think of her a lot, especially on Christmas Eve, her birthday.

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