Lots of people attended the presentation and many copies of my book, From Exile To Eden, were sold! It was wonderful to, once again, pay tribute to my parents and the deeds of other brave Polish citizens and soldiers from WWII.
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Upcoming Lecture Planned for 2018
78-6831 Alii Drive, Keauhou, Hawaii
I will be promoting my book, From Exile to Eden: A Family Journal, at the monthly author event called Words & Wine. There will be press releases to local media outlets advertising the event in the upcoming months.
Those of you living here in Hawaii, I welcome you to join me there.
Christmases Past
“The Christmas after my last (one) will be the best of all.”
I went to my room and wrote this poem in 20 minutes
Christmases Past
I now reflect upon the years
Of Christmases past.
Each one a happy, fleeting scene
Of memories fading fast.
Our youthful senses were engaged
In laughter and delight.
While darling Mama and Tata
Made our spirits bright.
A meager tree of wired twigs,
Its branches were adorned,
With bits of brightly colored string,
Buttons and acorns.
These precious moments were to me,
As seeds to starving sparrows,
As were the sounds of mama’s voice,
Singing Christmas carols.
The older that I finally grew,
So wise in what was cool,
I often found I did ignore,
Life’s most impressive jewel.
The joy of being truly loved,
Above all living things,
By my mother and my father,
Those wisest of all beings.
Christmas comes this year again,
Its joy a little tired.
I long to be with both of them,
As I rest here by the fire.
Like a silent siren’s haunting voice,
I feel their spirits calling.
Come be with us my precious child,
Your winter’s night is falling.
I see the children trimming trees,
While I sing my Christmas carols.
I decorate with loving hands,
And feed my starving sparrows.
Such joy there was in Christmas past.
Such joy I’ll know again.
The Christmas Day after my Last,
Will be the best of them.
All Souls Day
Happiness
Barely noticeable, I glimpsed its vibrant colors reflecting off passing clouds.
I felt its warmth against my upturned face.
I sensed its presence as it anchored itself to the walls of my heart.
Curling lacy tendrils encircling precious memories,
Blooming in colors that brought tears to my eyes.
I Inhaled the fragrance of flowering gardens,
And felt the furry softness of contentment brush my hand.
I found comfort in its purr.
A thin, delicate wisp of joy that could support my weary soul,
I yearned to drown within its being…
And never awaken to a world without happiness.
Jadz Morrison
10/09/17
This Life of Mine
This Life of Mine
This life of mine– A history book Of valiant deeds Left undone, Of courageous battles Still unfought, Of worthy thoughts Yet unspoken, Of passionate loves Unrequited, With many volumes still to come. A thousand years shall I wait Till history’s end. Then shall I write The final book Left unread. ©2006 Jadz Morrison |
Update:
My book lecture at the Avon Public Library, yesterday, was a great success…. Good audience, lots of appreciation, many F.E.T.E. books sold, and a variety of biography/memoirs presented by three other authors.
The Charles Bob Show Radio interview of Author Jadwiga Morrison
After the Lecture and Book Signing with about 50 people, we had the pleasure of chatting with the Mayor of Hartford Pedro Segarra (a friend of the Szelazek family).
*Jadwiga is seen in the royal blue suit at the center table of the Marco Polo Restaurant.