If anyone’s wondering what’s happened to me, the answer is: Ancestry.ca! Thanks to the Sepia Saturday phenomenon, I’ve been drawn into the magical, amazing and addictive (not to mention pricey) world of genealogy. I’ve spent the last few days delving into my family history (at least on my mother’s side — my father’s is a huge gaping hole at the minute, since my grandfather and grandmother cannot be found anywhere in the records I’ve searched so far). It turns out, that on my mother’s side through the matriarchal line, I am the descendant of a Micmac Indian chief and a great, long line of French-Canadians. On the patriarchal side, I’m mostly Scots (still working on them).
The good news is, my mother has discovered a couple of missing photos of her father’s father’s family and I will have access to them for this weekend’s SS post. (My research has filled in the blanks on their names and ages. Yes!)
This has provided a well-needed respite from the close working with my poetry to get my book manuscript ready for publishing. I’ve had to allow for a bit of a delay since Kevin is my format-expert and editor and he’s tied up with three tax returns that are due at the end of the month. My goal for actual availability of the book is May 31. (Fingers crossed!)
Yesterday, I had a very nice comment from Terresa Wellborn of The Chocolate Chip Waffle blog on my Totemic poem (below). She invited me to participate in a Spring-themed poetry contest and I had this poem (decima) on a scrap of paper from where I had been working with it a couple of weeks ago. Hope you like it!
I hear the robin, sweet and strong;
Early, he comes, each morning—
Sending out his cheery warning.
Sweet, it repeats, so loud and long;
I measure time by sunrise song,
That comes as I lie in my bed;
Its echoes float high, overhead.
Fast as it comes, it is finished;
The signal of spring, undiminished;
How many more songs ’til I’m dead?