Collection of Poetry of
Helen C. Doumas,
my maternal grandmother
Recently, upon digging through some boxes of memorabilia, I happened to stumble on some old, old….very old pieces of paper….and lo! and behold, what a valuable find! They were long-forgotten writings of my grandmother’s, Lucy Jenelle Jennings. She later became Helen Constantine Doumas when she married married my Greek grandfather, Constantinos Athanasios Doumas… and is the name by which she was known. This page is a tribute to her, and her ability to write…for it was passed to my mother…her first-born and only daughter. My mother passed on this ability to myself, her first-born and only daughter. Helen C. Doumas passed away on April 29, 2005.
written sometime before 1930
vanishes swiftly by –
no matter how hard we try,
Nor does it turn around;
keeps moving out-of-bound.
enjoy each moment every day…
for Laughter, Love and Play.
by Lucy Jenelle Jennings
This poem was recently discovered by one of Helen Doumas's nieces, Mary Rangos Stram. Mary found it in some of her mother's (Ida Mae Rangos died 12-31-1994) things. Ida Mae was Helen's oldest sister. No one that I know of who is living knew of this poem. Mary passed this poem on to Bill Doumas, Helen's youngest son, who passed it on to me. It was written when Christine Doumas (my mother, Bill's sister) was 1 year old. That was 75 years ago! What a real find. The poem was written in commemoration of Helen's mother, Mary Spindle Jennings.
So You’ve Lost Another Tooth !
by Helen C. Doumas to Grand-Daughter Amy L. Allison circa 1958
So you’ve lost another tooth!
Well, I just don’t know what to say.
Wish I could be there to help you –
But you’re so far away.
So, here’s a word to bring you cheer:
Always keep a bright and happy face,
Then you’ll have nothing to fear,
Another will come to take it’s place!
Never worry about how it looks
Just keep your mind on school and books.
Someday I’m sure you’ll be
MeeMaw’s little Beauty.
I think each day about you
And your brother Johnny B.
Hope you’ll soon come for a visit
You’re such good company.
Each night when you go upstairs
And kneel to say your prayers
Remember God is Love,
He knows us up above.
by Helen C. Doumas [circa July 1964]
The ‘ole black bus refused to start,
they fooled and played with every part.
Again and again they tried with all their wit,
but all she did was sit!
Then they went into a huddle
to decide what next to test.
It only needed a gentle push,
and off she went like all the rest!
Now they all question her capabilities,
and really sometimes they’re fine.
But, I just wonder how they’d feel,
if they were wounded from behind!
They have her home now at 709,
and tomorrow I’ll be there too.
So from then on you need not worry,
we all leave the driving to you!
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