All the little mouse children kept squeaking and squalling,

Yet Mistress Mouse could hear no squables.

All the sticks and stones kept falling and malling,

Yet Mistress Mouse only saw baubles.


All new kernels and grains kept falling out and rolling off,

Yet Mistress Mouse could hear no mishaps to feedings.

All the clumps kept falling from tunnel’s old trough,

Yet Mistress Mouse could hear no squishing impedings.


Oh, such sadness, such badness, such impending last days,

Yet Mistress Mouse could hear no warnings or scuttlings.

Oh, such a dear little family running for help in the maize,

Yet Mistress Mouse could hear no bumpings or dottlings.


Mistress Mouse, out by the pondside, never knew of this demise,

Never knew of the caving and the smashing of her little prides,

Mistress Mouse, out by the pondside, still wearing her hat of sighs,

Pulled down over ears to shut out sad hearts that was bride’s.


Mistress Mouse still pulled flaps over ears against groaning sorrows

Long since fallen from mind to heart to soul in between seasons

Mistress Mouse so long wore long flaps she never borrows

Any tones from her home in the nowness of her reasons.


Mistress Mouse at last turned from mirroring pondside.

Mistress Mouse at last saw tumbled downs and broken babies.

Mistress Mouse at last ran and reached and bumped head  hearthside.

Mistress Mouse at last lost earflaps and heard not welcome maybes.


Mistress Mouse now sits at night under the limb of the whipporwill,

Cupping her ears with all paws to double the telling to borrow.

Mistress Mouse now rolls in night blooms under the nightingale,

Stretching her ears to hear not yesteryear but hopes of tomorrow.


20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Betty
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 10:10:18

    Poor oblivious Mistress Mouse – or was she perhaps quite smart! 🙂 Sometimes the world is too much with us (who said that, Robert Frost?) and we need to hear more of those “hopes of tomorrow”, fewer of those noises of “yesteryears”!! I enjoyed that Granbee, and must come back to read again when I can be on the computer longer!

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:47:41

      I am so pleased you see that all was not in vain, nor was all lost to Mistress Mouse. Indeed, we must not continue to be deafened by the noises of yesteryear so that we hear not today’s warnings nor tomorro’w promises.

  2. Izy Gruye
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 12:21:51

    this is a simple but straight forward parable. I very much admire the strength you convey in your honest telling.

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:48:45

      Izy, you are so kind! Thank you for this helpful feedback in letting me know I am communicating some truths, for that is of vital importance to me.

  3. cottonbombs
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 13:32:42

    Rose! Hopes for tomorrow are what get me out of bed today! Hoping your tomorrow is wonderful today!

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:50:10

      Peter, how gracious of you to see the hope in this posting. Yes, I give thanks that hope gets you out of bed and writing that which blesses so many of us.

  4. contemplativemoorings
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 14:07:46

    Not sure whether to feel sad or optimistic…both maybe?…

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:51:39

      Contemplative, you are absolutely correct in seeing both sadness and optimism in this post. Mistress Mouse DID learn by her mistake in living in the past and started to listen for the promises calling her into all her tomorrows!

  5. lscotthoughts
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 23:43:51

    Your writing amazes me, Rose! This is so cleverly written and sad, yet, hopes for tomorrow are what keeps us going in the difficult times of “yesteryears!”

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:52:39

      Lauren, bless you for seeing right into the center of this post! Such gracious feedback is especially treasured, coming from you!

  6. Sue Dreamwalker
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 00:25:43

    Hi Granbee, here’s to all of our Tomorrows I so enjoyed this tale of yours .. with sqeaks of delight I am Happy to have time once again to scurry through your writings..
    Forgive me for not dropping in sooner… Lots of things been happening in the Dreamwalker world of reality which has limited my time here to keep up with my blogging friends…
    Wonderful entry 🙂

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 02:54:06

      Sue, I doubly appreciate your insightful feedback, worded in mousely terms! So pleased and honored you had time to participate here on this particular post.

  7. zumpoems
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 04:52:37

    So nicely done! 5 stars. You might be interested in willowdot21’s blog: http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/

    Will post your address over there as I am sure she would love reading this!

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 13:18:47

      Thanks, Zum! In fact, willow has already started following me. Such an honor to have you recommend me. I was somewhat familiar with Willow’s thinking and style through her many comments on Martin Shone’s poetry blog. I will be following her every day, now, most happily.

  8. willowdot21
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 07:07:55

    Hello Zumpoems sent me your blog and I am pleased he did , I do think mistress Mouse could do with some help nothing a good social worker, optician , ent specialist not to mention a huge dose of hope!! I do love this poem/tail thank you for sharing.

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 13:21:09

      Willow, Mistress Mouse is all of us who blunder into worse failures when trying to blot out memories of past minor failures! But, like Mistress Mouse, thankfully, we go on in hope in spite of ourselves and do learn to listen more carefully to the nightgales in our lives!

  9. eliza keating
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 07:32:42

    You have a fantastic talent..you weave such an enchanting story with much beautiful moral and optimistic fabric..Eliza Keating

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 13:26:03

      Eliza, I am just WAY over the moon that you have such a high opinion of my work here. Actually, I myself am very pleased with the last 3 posts this week, now that I am letting myself just follow my heart. Of course, I owe more than I can say to my maternal grandmother, especially, who just invented several new English languages every few years. Her unique talent for filling words and reshaping them with her own insights and wisdoms sings in my head and heart these days!

  10. Caddo Veil
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 11:19:47

    “Hat of sighs”–I really really like that!!

    • granbee
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 13:27:27

      Thanks, Caddo–I confess, I did work on that phrase a bit! How often we regretfully smother ourselves in regrets, blocking out the signals we should be receiving in real time.

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