Carol Dawne Vulliamy
(nee Howard) (poem)
Frenchman Butte, rich
in pioneer/Metis culture is my heart, my home
Though the other side
of the mountains at length I did roam
The fiddlers, dancers
and singers are heard to this day
The countryside of the
Butte still echoes with laughter some say.
Leaving my home and
family with only fond memories of the Butte-
Finding cities rich in
human chaos, much to my dismay. I became mute!
Understanding and
compassion for human misery is now my goal
Nurturing the spark of
goodness within the scarred up human soul.
Two children now; they
are the bright stars that shine in the dark
Devoted single parent-
those children forged on to leave their mark
Both professionals-
one makes the rules in the world of insurance
While the other dreams
a reality in computer influence.
My small decision to
take a course or two led to a lengthy goal
Counseling at a
Master’s Level requires me to mindfully unfold
Happiness is here as I
enjoy my grandchildren upon my knee.
The Howard memories we
share are like nuggets of gold for free.
To succeeding
generations of mine this is what I must say
Remain humble and true
to yourself; always remember to pray
Over a lifetime small
decisions can make a significant mark-
So be mindful of all
that you do and stay away from the dark!
