No one will care about this but me.

Yesterday, while visiting my grandparents, my grandmother gave me a poem that was written by her mother a long time ago.  It's quite lovely and it's nice knowing my great-grandmother had a touch of the writer's bug in her.

It was never titled and I don't know who it was written for, but it's clear that it was a gift for someone's birthday.  Here it is:

Count your garden by the flowers,

Never by the leaves that fall.

Count your days by golden hours,

Don't remember clouds at all.

Count your nights by stars,

NOT shadows.

Count your life with smiles,

NOT tears.

And with joy, on this your birthday,

Count your age by friends,

NOT YEARS.

 

Mary Collier

1974

 

I think it's sweet, and super inspiring to know writing runs in my family:)

xxErin