Dorothy Tennant Mckowen 1917 Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Today, June 9th, would be my mother’s birthday. A few years ago, I began a project
to commemorate our family history (especially for my grandchildren in Costa Rica)
to get to know in a timeline of pictures and recreations in Second Life, the founders who began our family history, on my side going back as far as my grandmother. their great-grandmother.
I am realizing I might have inherited my poetic genes, from my grandfather, who when he named my mother, wrote this beautiful poem.
Dorothy
One bright warm day in early fall
Before old winter had made his call
And before the flowers had gone to sleep
And the robins and bluebirds had ceased to peep-
A little flower opened her eyes
And gazed her first on the shining skies
She wasn’t a lily,- a rose- or a fink
Just a little born baby that made you think
That from the top of her head to her little pink toes
She’s the sweetest flower that in the world grows
The very day she came to town
She turned our hearts quite upside down
For her very coos were so sweet and caressing
And every day since, she has been such a blessing
That we realize fully at each smile & nod,
She is rightly named “Dorothy”
“Gift of God”
George E. McKowen
June 9, 1913
Milwaukee Wisconsin
I compiled some amazing old pictures, my grandfather, George had made into a few albums, that are still in fine condition and built some scenes in Second Life, reconstructing both my mother’s family home and my own. My avatar serves as the written caption storyteller…Enjoy it!
This is a very personal family history, but I share it with you my beloved fellow poets and friends, to commemorate an amazing woman, my mother on her, would be, 110 year old birthday.
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