Tag: Harold A Borgh

Poems For My Father

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

(Published in Bell’s Letters.)

*

rain in dark night
refreshes each leaf
today I think of you
no longer with grief

*

I posted my Christmas poem for my father again in December 2017:

A Poem For You (1991).

*

In loving memory, for Harold A. Borgh (1915 – 1983).  My father taught history at Wauwatosa East High School.

*

Wait on the Lord: be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord.

Psalm 27: 14 (KJV)

*
100_9744

Lake Michigan
June 2018

Ellen Grace Olinger

memories – 2

longer still
since my father’s
passing when I was
twenty-nine

his parents came
here from Sweden
a long time ago

we called them
Nanna and Poppa Ernie

many conversations
we never could have
yet he too is with me

still

for Harold A. Borgh (1915 – 1983)

Remembrance

amy6
I see Veterans Day is this week, November 11.  Among other groups, we support the Milwaukee Homeless Veterans Initiative (MHVI). We donated to their Wall Of Honor in memory of my father, Harold A. Borgh.

Some of the favorite poems on my blog are for family.  Some of you may remember this poem.

A POEM FOR YOU (1991)

I taped up a picture of you
It must have been your last
Healthy Christmas–long overdue,
But you understand
I know you do.

And I’m up early to have some
Time alone before teaching, too
And I understand even more now
You know I do.

Mom’s doing better now…
She told me how you stood
Between two railroad cars
All the way from Washington D.C.
To Chicago after World War II.

And I’m teaching my heart out
Giving essay tests, too
Pouring out my soul
Like you used to do.

It’s Christmas again, and I
Taped up a picture of you
I’m writing poems and
Taking walks–doing fine
But missing you
Has not ceased with time.

*

Published in Midwest Poetry Review (1993); Bell’s Letters (1993); The Spirit of Christmas (1994, Weems Concepts).

Love endures and grows, and I am grateful.

*

new poems
in older age
winter wheat

Ellen Grace Olinger

amy6Photo by Karl

Sunrise After The Storm

sunrise
after the storm…
glistening lake-waves
branches coated with ice
and a crow cawing

after the storm
driftwood washes to shore
from other places…
what we let go
what we keep

This is a re-post from 3/24/2011.
My father inspired this poem.

It’s a bright sunny day.
The sky is so blue,

and the evergreens
with snow on their branches,

are dancing.

Image courtesy of wpclipart.com.

If We Ever Had The Chance

Today is my father’s birthday.  Harold Borgh lived on earth from 1915-1983.  One year we gave him a crossword puzzle dictionary, which is now in this room.  He held it together with duct tape. 

The publications where my poems have appeared are on the lower shelf of one of  Dad’s “blond bookcases,” as we call them in the family.  I think he bought these from a fellow teacher and then did the finishing work. 

Today I looked for one of my grief poems, but found this one instead.  He would like it and approve of this choice for his day.   Mom enjoyed this poem too.

Dad also told me to be sure to save time for my own work, which I keep learning all the time.   That, and to get plenty of rest, so I can keep creating by God’s grace. 

If We Ever Had The Chance

Would we remember?
We ponder that
As we keep each other warm
These cold winter nights,
Watching other rabbits
Run free in the moonlight.

If we ever had the chance,
Would we remember how to
Run from danger and
Seek our own food?
We’ve been domesticated
For as long as we know.

Yet, we don’t say this
In a self-disparaging way.
We bring happiness to this
Family, we comfort each other,
And now we inspire the
Poet who lives next door.

Still, if we ever had the chance,
Would we remember?
Does she?

Published in Time of Singing (Volume 20, 1994); MOMENTS IN TIME (October 1994).