Edna T. Helberg

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Edna (Thompson) Helberg - Born November 14, 1916. I married Melvin G.F. Helberg - November 3, 1934 (deceased 1992). I was an honor student through school - grade school, high school, some college. I have a son, David W., and a daughter, Judy Benson, four grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. I retired in 1978 from N.W. Bell (supervisor). I am a member of the National Travel Club, AARP, Telephone Pioneers, and the Life Goes On Group - Methodist Church Groups. I have been writing poetry for fun since a child. I like spur-of-the-moment poems about people, parties, anniversaries, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and also trips with great grandchildren where we play a game of only talking in rhyme. It teaches them to enjoy nature and seek new ways to describe it.

Longing For Spring

Once a day and sometimes more
I look out my day dream door
To see if spring is out there yet
I'm really anxious, but mustn't fret.

I see the snow a melting down
and lots of mud and slush around
I know the grass will surely sprout
and birds and flowers will come about.

But why oh why does it take so long?
I'm sure the calendar can't be wrong.
Sunshine fills my heart with cheer
I wish that spring were really here.

Soon mother nature will sound the alarm
Wake up! get dressed, turn on your charm
Winter's gloom has gone its way
It's Spring! It's Spring! Oh Happy Day!

Life Goes On

I've been to the depths of despair,
Reaching for a loved one and no one there.
I've been through loneliness and all the strife,
Now I'm forging on to make a new life.

The past is gone, but still in my heart
I've pieced it together to make a new start.
New friends I've met so kind and dear,
But, Oh, my darling, I wish you were here.

I think of my loved one as a shining star,
Looking down with tenderness from afar.
I'm never alone as long as I believe
There are blessings here for me to receive.

Taxes

It's the end of the year, after all the fun,
I realize now, there's much to be done.
My income tax, dreaded job of the year,
Enough money to meet it is all that I fear.

I gather the bills and all the invoices.
Oh, how I wish I had other choices.
Add, subtract and work thru the night.
At last it's done and I turn out the light.

I roll up my sleeves and write a big check.
I'd like to ignore it, but what the heck,
Uncle Sam needs every cent he can get.
There's never been a surplus of funds yet.

I live in America, where standards are high.
There plenty to enjoy till the day that I die.
I can keep what I have and cultivate more,
The many good things sort of even the score.