Biography of Gillena Cox
1950, born to Mary Stroude and Job Mitchell in St. Georges Grenada; migrated to Trinidad around age four to five. Spent a brief spell in Caroni then we moved to Chaguanas; i was sent to live with my Aunt Olive and Uncle Eyrie in Prince Street, Port of Spain during my mother's pregnancy with my first sister. In Port of Spain i attended, Eastern Private School - a nursery school. My Port of Spain stay was short, then back to Chaguanas. I have a hazy memory of my father taking me on his bike to another nursery school in, Chaguanas. Then i was signed into Seereram Memorial Hindu school, which was on the street where we lived, the headmaster lived next door to us.
I attended the Saint Phillip and St James Roman Catholic church; there, i received the sacraments of First Communion and Confirmation.
Though Seereram Memorial Hindu school was not a nursery school; my first really 'big school' attendance was at Chaguanas Government School, way down in the Woodford Lodge area; a very long walk to and from school; from there i passed my Common Entrance Exam, and was placed in 1962, to The San Juan Government Secondary School in Saddle Road, San Juan; spending five years with an extra year's call back for some students of which i was one.
I entered the world of work in June 1968 as a temporary clerk one in The Ministry of Works, Stores Branch which was situated in London Street, Port of Spain. Worked in different ministries, then after application, got into the Central Library at Queens Park East.
1971; i moved to an apartment in Sydney Street, Port of Spain.
Also in 1971, August, i got married to Anthony Cox. We have a daughter, Yanda 1971; and a son Khama,1973.
In 1972, we moved into our home in St James.
In 1978 Anthony had a hankering to broaden his horizons, and considered so to do, by leaving to study art in New York.
I remained in Trinidad with my responsibilities as a mother, part time studies, and my public service career in libraries; up until my retirement in 2003, from The Library - Ministry of Planning and Development of the Financial Tower, Independence Square in Port of Spain.
In 2003, i became a member my church choir in St James; St Mary's Senior Choir.
As a retiree i continue to deepen my poetry writing hobby via internet groups and webs.
In 2007 i had my first solo publication a book of haiku poems titled 'Moments' published by authorhouse UK.
As a hobbist i delved into crochet - garments, bedspreads, tablecloths, doilies; theatre going, fine art exhibitions, but today poetry and photography tops my list.
Though still married, i live alone, i have one grand daughter(born 2012)
(updated September 2014)
Gillena Cox's Works:
1. Moments. Gillena Cox. Author House.2007. Color (8.5x8.5) . ISBN 9781434318411.
2. Pink Crush Gillena Cox. Author House.2011
(8x5) ISBN 9781456779801
Gillena Cox Poems
In Steelband Land
The sun rose one morning, And bellowed to a cloud; Did you hear him?
Sand And Water
Returning to shore, An ocean and its secrets; To ebb the curiosity of quotidian being, Whose essence thirst for far off adventures;
Hail Olympia mount of seers The endurance of muscle and spittle All for a kiss and a flower wears Strength of nations exposition-ing
By midday the sun’s scorching might Penetrates the hapless Tiniest worth of life in sight Sustaining nonetheless
Yesterday, i gasped at the sunset in a newness of awe i never before experienced; that which seemingly occurred
A Happy Time
A jolly time a happy time, Of evergreen and bare branch lights; When a smile cost less than a dime, And the willing clink of a coin sounds;
Is There A Moon
Is there a moon out tonight? That lovers may sway at its sight And tomorrow the tides ebb and flow In ethereal communion.
That time of year once more When the bracts turn red On the poinsettia When every one want
Mary - La Virgen
Mary, avemaría; El un escogido por Dios, Mary, avemaría; bendijo para ser su esposo
Early nightfall, a blue moon, The year ends with a suprlus; Tigers waltz to new year's tune, Claws and teeth hide in the gait;
Have you ever Wished you could Swing on the Chandliers
Yes somewhere a tear rolls down the cheek, Of yet another him or her or them pursuing, The nirvanic dream of which so many speak, With echoes trapped deep in sounds ensuing;
Of the rain the Word has said To us he giveth in due season And in the Word i also read Of his might and of his reason
They danced like fairies, under the lamps; An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn; A stream of morning consciousness swamp, Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Season Of Youth
Hair thinned and greyed,
From all those years of enlightment;
Experienced along a journeyed
Path of fervent commitment;
To adventure in a vast unknowing
Field, of undulating levels;
Grassy mounds, and parch browning
Valleys, where wilted daisies