“The Easter Bunny’s Problem” by Melanie McAleer

Note:  Here’s a holiday poem published by my grandmother, Melanie McAleer, in the 1940’s–posted by her son, Joe. The Easter Bunny’s Problem Once a rabbit had a problem, and it wasn’t very funny, You see he was the special, one and only Easter Bunny, And he had a special duty to get up at break of day On every Easter morning and give Easter Eggs away. Something like old Santa, once his journey had begun, Of the million little children, he never missed a one, Yes, this was Bunny’s happy boast. ” I never missed a tot, And no one lives who dares to say I was lazy or forgot.” Oh, very gay and carefree was that special Easter Bunny Until he had a problem, and it wasn’t very funny, One day his special helper, a sort of bunny spy, Discovered that Old Sly Fox had stolen all the dye…. Read More…

“Reporters Apology” by Melanie McAleer

The following poem was written by Melanie McAleer (posted by her son, Joseph Maguire) REPORTER’S APOLOGY (after viewing a Senior Womens’ Tennis Tournament) I was sent on this assignment, Nothing promised to be duller, Without the thrill of homicide Nor a fight for race or color; I wondered why my editor Had given me this task, But being true reporter I went, and didn’t ask; After all a Senior Woman Was a female with a shawl, And I couldn’t quite envision her Connecting with a ball; Now I’m not a chauvinistic male And I have an open mind, Still I learned with great amazement About the strength of womankind; The strength of serves and smashes And a stamina non-quitting, No sign of brace or bandage On the hardy who were hitting; And fearing I’d be challenged To try out their gentle sport, I just poised my pen in tribute And… Read More…

“Cobbler and the Cowboy” — My Grandma’s Poetry

  66 years ago, this poem was proudly cut from the newspaper and placed in a scrapbook.  My grandmother, Melanie Vier McAleer died just two and a half years ago at the age of 94–an accomplished woman by any standard, winning a national doubles championship in tennis for women over 70. But her greater love, one that stayed with her through her entire life, was poetry.  She was a regularly featured writer in Detroit papers throughout my mom’s childhood in the 1940s and 50s.  Her whimsical style and clever insight into the human condition was spot-on.  I remember being flattered as a 12 year old to be asked to illustrate some of her children’s poetry about animals–one of them a squirrel. It was always a dream of hers to meld her two loves into one–a book of poems about tennis.  Her son Joe and I put ourselves on this task… Read More…