This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…
Welcoming us, the rector said,
“I wish that we could see you here
More often than just once a year, at harvest.”
Avoiding his eyes, we looked around
At the results of a year’s work
Piled high above the altar. The best
Of all that we had worked for
Throughout a lonely year – fruit and
Vegetables, and a tall ladder, which
Entwined with flowers and greenery,
Reached up the wall and raised our eyes
To where the autumn sunlight cast a rich
Jewelled pattern through the old stained-glass.
I wondered why we’d come that day.
Were our motives truly estimable –
And were we thinking of Our Lord
Or did a memory stir, deep down
Of Gods more ancient and implacable?
© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards