A Quiet Woman in a Quiet House

By Lola Latreille

A collection of poems written by a woman born in 1930. She has seen many changes in her lifetime and often makes comments about contemporary life. Of course, she is opinionated but feels that if you have reached this age and do not have opinions, what in the world have you been thinking about?
The author has noticed that although children who grew up in the Depression era were living in desperately hard times, they often have fond memories of their old neighborhoods and those times. She has concluded that the good old days are any old days when we were young and lived in childhoods neighborhood. Their parents were the ones who experienced the hardships. Most of the poems have been published in Vintage Views which is the newspaper published by the Older Persons Commission of Rochester, Michigan, which is a city near the authors home. It is widely distributed in the city and she feels fortunate to be on the staff.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479759767

Lola Latreille

Lola Latreille lives with her husband in Washington, Michigan. She is a member of the Poetry Society of Michigan and meets monthly with a group of poetry lovers who gather before the fireplace at the senior center and read old and new or original poetry together. She is also on the staff of the newspaper published by the Older Persons Commission of Rochester, which is a city near her home. She is lives near Stoney Creek Park and enjoys reading, writing and cooking.

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Contents

A Quiet Woman in A Quiet House

September Woods

Queen Anne’s Delight

Bravehearts, December

Icy Blitzkrieg

Christmas Creche

Christmas Eve and Other Mysteries

The Same Old Christmas Elephant

Song, The Old Enchantment

The Terrible Frown of Miss Melody Brown

Santa’s Surprise

Violin Serenade

Let’s Improve Our Lifespan

Battles of the Coral Seas

Patches

Doing My Housework

Side Effects

Mr. Smith Finds a Black Hole

The Hat

Should I or Should I Not?

Monarch

Pioneer Prayers

Spring Drive to Romeo Town On Old Van Dyke Road

Sweet Buds of May

Moonpath

Old Mount Vernon Village A Michigan Ghost Town

Barrabas

Just For Me

Rockwell’s The Marriage License

Morning at Stoney Creek Lake

Flash: Drama Unfolds in Woman’s Dooryard

The Old Cabin

Yesterday’s Eyes

Did She Have Dreams?

Dear Old Baggy Pants

The New King James Version

Wilderness

Dreaming the Green

White Crane

Litany of the Animals

Remembrance, Old Movie Stars

The New Royals

Bouquet of Blessings

Wings

Dragonfly

Chimayo, New Mexico

Duke Ellington’s Cat

Pictures From the Hubble Telescope

The Blue Knight

Roadside Masterpiece

Old Eden

The Witness

Sweet September

The Haunted Field of Blood

October Skies

The Spooky Old House

Eightieth Birthday

Ancient Lore

Labor Day

How Green is That Plastic?

Bizzaro

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my husband, Charles, and to Jim Ahearn and all the members of the Fireside Poetry group who meet at the Rochester Older Person’s Commission library, and to Diane Kaniut and Gerry Coon, editors of Vintage Views, who have allowed me the privilege of publishing many poems in that newspaper, and to all the staff.

A Quiet Woman in

A Quiet House

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The house is so silent today.

I slide the pan into the oven,

as I have done so many times.

The light spilling from the kitchen window

makes me feel like a woman in a Vermeer painting.

A quiet woman in a quiet house.

It’s one of those days when

The small duties of housekeeping

Occupy my time.

Moving about with the same motions and movements

That women have used since history began.

The generations before us and those still to come

Are met in the everyday gestures of women.

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September Woods

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Golden September woods call out

To come, explore the mystery here.

The child will run to see the stories

Told within this bower.

Soon cold October comes to rule

And leaves begin to fall,

Then growing-up pains begin their rule

and he must leave the woods

as all the glorious childhood joys

give way to pre-teen woes.

Then changes strange will rule