Grammy (Martha T. Robinson) retired in 2012 after an almost forty-year career teaching special education students in the Rock Hill School District. She decided to realize her life-long dream to become a writer. In order to develop her writing skills, she returned to her alma mater, Winthrop University–class of 1970, a Bachelor of Science degree and class of 1972, a Masters of Education degree–and enrolled in several creative writing classes. Writing 501 or Writing for New Media was one of those classes. Grammy was on her way–to discover the world of blogs, internet, and to explore cyber space.
Here is an unpublished poem about the death of my mother, mentioned in my post: Literacy Narrative, the beginning:
IN LOVING MEMORY
I remember a dark-haired woman.
She made a dress for herself,
and matching jumpers for my sister and me.
A baby brother was born.
I jumped off the porch onto a nail.
She soaked my foot,
put brown medicine on it.
She took me to start first grade,
but they said I was too young.
She went to the hospital
and another brother was born.
We rode a long way to a church.
Tears rolled down Daddy’s cheeks.
The preacher called out names,
Henry, Carolina–where was Mama?
Martha, Wanda, Darrell, Larry–
Was that the baby’s name?
Grandma held me up so I could see
Mama asleep in the bed at the front.
I asked her to wake up,
watched for her eyes to open.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Memories have faded as I’ve
aged from six to sixty, but when
I look at my daughter and granddaughter,
brown hair, brown eyes, sweet smile,
I remember Mama.
Carolina Belle Austin Todd