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Memories of the past still remind me so far,
especially those days when I was in college;
my membership in a number of organizations,
a learning experience, filled with laughter.
Each year to celebrate our college fair,
different motifs, booths, and programs;
a message of gratitude and thanksgiving,
a Eucharist that punctuates the whole event.
I can’t forget when we used to visit
those institutions for the poor and sick people;
with our songs to entertain most of them,
truly a soulful experience, an inward longing.
I used to watch musical concerts with others,
some of my friends and other schoolmates;
sharing our appetite for both classic and pop
a delight to my soul, a gift to my inner quest.
Then being a member of the school organ
writing became my favorite pastime;
it’s like a foretaste of being hired as one
both in journalism and literary style.
I took part in theatrical performance
with sleepless nights of our rehearsals
significant roles I ever portrayed, ah
a memorable experience, a way to recall.
I used to hang out with friends and schoolmates
near the cafeteria or school auditorium
our exchange of news, novelties and others
shaped my relationship with friends.
Those memorable years in college
are part of my precious past, so far;
I would say it’s also a treasure-trove
of relationships in friendship style.
But those years were also saddened
by the death of my oldest brother,
along with my grandmother,
I really mourned and cried.
That pushed me hard then to keep going,
To study hard and bring me closer to God
this realigned me to where I was heading for
to serve God and people across the world.
Form:
Remembering through the years,
A welcome to the country of Canada.
An invitation to the theatre,
Special days at a friend's house.
A school choir and "Long Time Ago in Bethlehem",
Days of leadership and honorary crests.
Graduation with classmates,
A beautiful dress sewn by my grandmother.
Secondary school years and choir,
Religious songs, my favorites.
Tennis games and beautiful swims in the refreshing swimming pool,
A friendship with man that is forever kind.
The athletic team,
Where you are appreciated.
A gathering of friends at a summer cottage,
Where man is a philosophical companion.
A yearbook where you are profiled as an achiever,
Graduation where you stand proud amongst your peers.
With respect and honour,
The beautiful fashionable gown to complete an education.
The college years where you are chosen,
Teaching Certificate a blessing from the Lord.
A marriage proposal and years blessed as a wife and parent,
An honorary Teaching Certificate, thank you upon retirement.
The blessing of friendship and companionship,
With your loving relatives through the years.
The piano concerts at the senior teas,
Simply recognized and appreciated.
Poetry accomplishments beyond comprehension,
William Shakespeare my favorite companion.
To be there with this esteemed scholar and writer,
To have published a book.
The Lord's miracles continue,
Many are the blessings of God.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The traditional log home,
Where each phase is a miracle.
The log furniture you built yourself,
The stone hearth where you baked your bread and cooked your meals.
The candlelight at night where you read perhaps the only book you had, the bible,
Distant days where you walked to the one room school house.
Blessed with chalkboard slates where you wrote out your homework,
Where school is a privilege as well as learning.
When I rise in the morning I think of how we have progressed,
Now we have contemporary homes and apartments.
With furniture purchased making our living space attractive,
We have appliances you switch on and off with ease.
The lights at home easy to access and turn on,
Delicious foods purchased from the local grocery store.
University and schools where education is acquired with excellence,
The library acquired and read.
Alexander Graham Bell's Telephone where you can miraculously telephone,
God's miracles for us, continues, for a moment I wished to reflect and appreciate.
Author : Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz