Nana Ruth's Poetic Views on Life
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A Mother’s Malady
Dare you venture thru my door
Try not to trip over toys on the floor
Milk spilled in the kitchen
Sticky prints on the wall
Doggie hair on every chair
And that isn’t all
Kids fighting in the other room
Because one was called a jerk
“Santa wouldn’t like that”
No longer seems to work
When you know you’re at a low
And life is in the pits
When it’s needed most of all
That’s when the washer quits
Day is almost over
And it’s about the end of me
Dysfunctional as it sometimes gets
Home is where I want to be.
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About the Book
This book takes you through a lifetime, from Babyhood to the "Golden Years”. It will tell you all about me, my thoughts and experiences, as well as those of my family and friends. Not to be excluded are our "not at all dumb" animal friends. A few unknown facts not included in the book: Since a woman seldom will reveal her age, I've not mentioned that I'm 39 years old and have been that age 46 times. That should qualify me as the “Grandma Moses of Poetry”. I must acknowledge my friend Jeannette, who until her marriage to Russ, resided with us at Turtle Woods Apartments. She was the first to encourage me to do something with my poetry. To my friend Pat, who worked at the Beverly Council on Aging and arranged for me to open their "Heritage Festival" with a poem about our heritage. Other poems I had written were put on display and I was astounded when asked where copies could be obtained . . . So began the birth of this book. This book also contains colorful photos and art work. With Love, Nana Ruth
About the Author
Nana Ruth is a great-great grandmother whose been a widow for 23 years. When both her daughter and son left the "nest" to make their mark in the world, she turned to poetry to keep her mind occupied. Most women are reluctant to admit their age but it doesn't bother her. She confesses to being 39 and has been that age 46 times. She was born in Beverly, MA and is living there now in a retirement building called "Turtle Woods". Strangely enough, she collects turtles. Some sing, dance, while others just hang around and look pretty. Although she's lived in several cities and visited other states, there's no place like one's home-town. It holds her fondest memories and now holds her "golden moments". She was asked by the Beverly Council on Aging, to write a poem about our heritage, to start off their Heritage Festival. Other samples of her poetry were put on display and those attending asked where copies could be obtained. A poem she wrote about the C.O.A. was published on the cover of their monthly "Courier" which is distributed throughout the city.