Happy Mother’s Day
I am celebrating Mother’s Day with my mother, Frances. Although we are, for a time, separated by COVID-19, Frances and I remain connected via technology.
Frances introduced me to poetry. Over the years, poetry has been a source of joy and entertainment, a way in which I have learned to feel emotions through words.
Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem, “The Swing” was the first poem I memorized. I recall repeating the words with my mother’s help until I could recite the words in my sleep. The first sentence – how do you like to go up in a swing – was in a form of a question. It was an invitation to share a conversation.
Come – join me on the Vancouver Seawall and say the words with me.
How do you like to go up in a swing…
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!