My grandmother -- Mary Eliza Bond Boord was a paid, published poet, while a young mother in the late 19teens and 1920s... VERY unusual. Daddy also wrote poetry, on occasion, and on at least one occasion, they wrote dueling poems, but Ill save that story for another day, I ended up with the only wedding pictures we had from his and Moms wedding -- the posed pre-wedding pictures of the bride. Imagine my surprise and delight when I took the frame apart and discovered 3 photos from the wedding itself AND a hand written -- pencil on graph paper -- wedding poem he had written for her. Here is a scan of it and a transcript ;-) For Susie Amid the hush, the maestros hands lift high, Sweep down, and now the tones dance breathlessly Across the hall, then as the melody Presents the theme, I hear the boys soft sigh. Entranced he sits his face illumined by The poignant beauty; there for all to see His naked soul reveals itself, and free Of all restraints response to beautys cry Another time, another place, once more The same heart-clutching spirits light Upon his face, and then he steps with knife- Quick thrust across the room, where at the door She stands who draws him like the musics flight. I know. The boy was I, the girl my wife. Hob Boord - September 1947
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:45:20 +0000
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