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
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;
That time of year once more When the bracts turn red On the poinsettia When every one wanr
I knew not, where from they came but from the mouths of all The story was the same Nazareth in Gallilee,
Toussaint, Henri, Des Salines; Are you watching? Dont turn your eyes away; Their pain, is our pain, is your pain;
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.
Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp; The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp; Even more than a physical hunger have we, Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee;
They danced like fairies, under the lamps; An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn; A stream of morning consciousness swamp, Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Early dawn's curtain, Drawn to reveal rain showers, And a pertinent absence of birdsong; The hum of a motor engine;
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;
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;
Blue, grey, silver, white; Sky can choose, as he so pleases. Whether the temperature be cold or hot, It matters not too much;
Gabriel He did proclaim His coming and His name Emmanuel
Have you ever Wished you could Swing on the Chandliers
By midday the sun’s scorching might
Penetrates the hapless
Tiniest worth of life in sight
A desire for the shaded
Those hydrated places
Where of a thirst you can be rid
Noon time treasured spaces