Hello, Poetry Friend
This month I’m sharing a few of the poems collected in a section of my website called My Mother’s Diary. Each poem I am writing about here is also published in my first book, The Joy of Poetry, which is about losing my mom and finding poetry.
“Uncloudy Day” is a 19th century hymn, which I first heard on Willie Nelson’s sing on his Troublemaker album. In our Austin household, where my parents attended the very first Austin City Limits broadcast with Willie at the helm, the red-headed stranger’s music was a staple. I often think of this song when I look up and see clear-blue sky.
Where I live, I see months of clear-blue sky.
But not everyone thinks that’s a good thing.
When we went to see the place my mother picked to be buried, a cremation garden surrounded by the natural landscaping prized in the Texas Hill Country, on a cliff above a lake, something happened to remind me of that hymn.
–The Joy of Poetry
Uncloudy Day also published in The Joy of Poetry Cloudless days are bad days, my son says (hence, half a lifetime of bad days for this Texas boy). He comes with us this afternoon with full sun to see the spot where Mom will be buried. But when we arrive, look down at the plot, he touches my arm, points up at the one lone cloud in the sky. – Megan Willome
Happy poeming!
Megan
Land of the Unclouded Day was one of my mother's favorite hymns. She had a sweet caregiver who would play old hymns from her phone while they sat on the back porch my dad added on their house.
Oh....how sweet.