A couple of years ago, in a post about my mother, I obliquely mentioned “The Lanyard,” a poem by Billy Collins. “The Lanyard” was the eulogy my uncle read at my grandmother’s funeral recently, and so I’m featuring it this week. It’s one of my favorite poems about parents and children, and I hope you’ll like it too.
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Rosemary and Reading Glasses 
I’m sorry to hear about your grandmother, but that poem brought tears to my eyes and made me laugh. I made a lanyard in camp, too, but I don’t know who I gave it to.
Thanks, Kay. I remember reading it and then putting it in a post about my mom (she doesn’t much care for poetry, but she likes this one).
Well, that made me choke up and email my mom immediately.
I think we can consider the poem’s mission accomplished . . . 🙂
Perfect.
It is. 🙂
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So, I m on a line with my daughter who s waiting to get Billy Collins latest book inscribed. My sister just told me about this poem. I am weeping.