Iola Zaan

About Iola Zaan

I think I inherited my love of words from my father. He didn't write but read every day of his life from as long as he could remember. He loved that I assigned made up words when I was too young to know a word for something, it reaffirmed to him the power of words and how much I needed them then. He kept a dictionary and thesaurus in the living room, always. Although my father never wrote any stories, he made them up all the time. He encouraged that I wanted to write mine down and to play with words in poetry. He loved reading poetry.

I lost my way in my teens especially with regards to academia. Once my teens were well behind me I discovered nursing and midwifery which saved me and returned me to school.

My parents were pleased, though continued to believe in me as a writer, giving books on writing as gifts and wanting to read any poems I wrote.

When my father was dying, I gave him a poem I had written about him. He shared it with some of the nurses. When he passed away, one of the nurses found it in bed with him and gave it to me. I read it and its sequel at his funeral and another when we scattered his ashes. With the addition of poems written or read out by the grandchildren it was comforting to know that he would have appreciated his funeral.

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    Poems by Iola Zaan

  • In Memory Of Dad

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    • Posted 4 weeks, 2 days ago
    In Honour Of A Loving Parent

    in Loss of Father Poems

    You read the last poem, but have since passed away
    So the tense has to change, but the sentiments stay
    You were such a good father to all of us three
    The very best father a person could be

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  • TWO MOTHERS

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    • Posted on 01/27/19
    Scattering Of Ashes

    in Loss of Father Poems

    I am here as a mother, my husband's here too
    And most of you here, I'm related to you
    I came here today at the front of your thoughts
    As you all gather here for a ritual of sorts

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  • Our Wonderful Dad

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    • Posted on 12/17/18
    Acknowledgement Of Father When Terminally Ill

    in Loss of Father Poems

    Our Wonderful Dad

    I recall at the age of approximately four
    That I skipped by your side to the grocery store

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  • LEST WE FORGET

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    • Posted on 10/27/18
    Remembrance Day

    in Short Poems

    LEST WE FORGET

    On barren land on western field
    Where only sadness war can yield

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  • A Picture Or A Thousand Words?

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    • Posted on 09/24/18
    Loving The Power Of Words

    in Creative Poems

    They're quite uncomfortable alone
    It's in a group they feel at home
    It makes us squirm when one slips out
    Or feels the need to make one shout

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