A bit of a fizzer - World Poetry Day 21st March - Genealogy Poetry

In my earlier post I asked genealogists to share a poem for World Poetry Day, 21 March and to let me know where it is so that I can compile a list of links.

Sadly fellow genealogists did not share my enthusiasm for World Poetry Day. I am most grateful to my virtual pals Shelley and Liz who supplied poems... I appreciate your ongoing support for my efforts. Thanks too to the person at State Records who wrote a delightful haiku.

If any other contributions come in I will add them to this post and Tweet aboout it.


Geniaus' Haiku can be found at http://geniaus.blogspot.com/2011/03/post-genealogy-poem-for-world-poetry.html



Geniaus alter-ego, Genimates, has posted A Prayer for Genealogists at http://genimates.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-poetry-day.html




State Records NSW has, in a Twitter post, shared a Haiku with an archival flavour:

An historic find, 
Treasure! All covered in dust 
Makes Archivist sneeze
 


Shelley from TwigsofYore has posted her new poem on her blog

Liz Pidgeon - known as @infolass and @genielass on Twitter emailed her contribution to me:

I Am My Own Grandpa

by Moe Jaffe and Dwight Latham

Many, many years ago

when I was twenty-three,

I got married to a widow

who was a pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter

who had hair of red.

My father fell in love with her,

and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law

and changed my very life.

My daughter was my mother,

for she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,

although it brought me joy,

I soon became the father

of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became

a brother-in-law to dad.

And so became my uncle,

though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,

then that also made him brother

To the widow's grown up daughter who,

of course, was my step-mother

Father's wife then had a son,

who kept them on the run.

And he became my grandson,

for he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother

and it makes me blue,

Because, although she is my wife,

she is my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother,

then I am her grandchild

And every time I think of it,

it simply drives me wild.

For now I have become

the strangest case you ever saw,

As the husband of my grandmother,

I am my own grandpa!

There are some nice genealogy poems here
http://www.ancestryprinting.com/poems.html

Regards, Liz Pidgeon