Stamper’s Lament

Stamper’s Lament


A Stamper’s Lament
By JanTink
after Rudyard Kipling’s poem "The Power of the Dog"

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Stamping Sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your art to a child to tear.

Purchase a stamp and your money will buy
Fun galore till the day you die –
Pleasure with ink and cardstock fed
By Mastercard and the dreams in your head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your art for a child to tear.

When you begin to make your art
You will find your children will always start,
Asking you “to make me one!”
And it always seems like it would be fun,
Then you will find – it’s your own affair –
That you’ve given your art for a child to tear.

When you’ve handed over the beloved thing,
Decorated with stamps, embellies and bling,
And two weeks later, you open the door
To find it abandoned on the bedroom floor,
Stomped on, ripped, and crushed, beware!
Yes, you gave your art for your child to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to giving our stuff away.
Our art is not given, but only lent,
We certainly don’t expect to find it bent!
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve worked on ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when it comes down to it, in the end,
A child’s love on art does not depend.
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our art to a child to tear?

Hee hee…I thought you’d enjoy looking at what happened to William’s mailbox not too long after I gave it to him. I didn’t take a picture of the kids’ mailboxes to post because I thought I could get away for once without showing something off. But now I wish I had! I’d at least have a picture of it to remember it by. [sob!]

The girls’ mailboxes still look fairly good:


They’ve removed the greetings from the flags, but otherwise, they are much as they were when given.

But, you’ll be glad to know, William’s mailbox has entered a new incarnation:


It now exists to be a hat for "Soldier Bunny".

In other news…I finished the Busy Boy Squash Book:






I’ll be making instructions for the squash books and will post them when I’m done. In the meantime, I accept your accolades to my writing genius (yes, I ADORE me!) in the spirit they are given…Au revoir, my friends, au revoir!

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10 thoughts on “Stamper’s Lament”

  • Jan, you’ve made my day! That poem was priceless! So too the lament of the mailbox. I’m with you – it hurts to give away a creation (a little bit of us goes with it!) AND, certainly I don’t expect a child to take care of a card. : ) I just love the look of joy on their face when they first receive it. That’s enough!

  • The whole world is missing out on something fabulous, therefore you need to publish a book of your writing!!! Jan that “Ode” is hilarious!!! Only you…. 🙂

  • You are so funny! My sister and I lament this ALL the time! We put so much of ourselves into what we give, but really, can we expect anything more from a child? You really should publish this poem somewhere, you are incredibly talented. (yes, I love you too!)

  • Janine…I feel for you because I am in the same boat. I was at my sisters yesterday, visiting with my mom, using my sisters high speed internet…checking my email. when I looked over to see my beautiful mailbox, laying sideways and hanging off the desk. I worked so hard on those things and I can understand…to a point, my niece not caring what happened to it, but my sister!!! Not putting it away with the other Valentine decor!! I am horrified that they are so careless!!hahaha GREAT poem!!

  • I’m crackin up Jan! So I wouldn’t have to experience the feelings of sorrow that you have lamented about above, I Promptly snatched the mailboxes that I gave my boys back (after all the goodies that were inside were gone), and they reside by my stamp desk intact. Love how your son has repurposed his mailbox though! He’s creative like his mom!

  • Jan, you are so gifted, not only with your stamping talent but with words! The poem is a hoot! Love the squash book.

  • I’ve been enjoying your art and your take on life for quite a while now, but had to comment after reading your poem. HAHAHAHA No wonder you love yourself! You RAWK! Thanks for taking the time to make my day!

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