Children, more like toddlers run down the hall underneath large blue streamers hosting silhouettes of sea turtles and whale sharks. Chasing after them, my body rebels. At 49, every part of my body moves in protest. Worse yet, there's no comfort in rest. My legs want to swim while me head desires a pillow. Those eight hours of sleep do not exist in my world. When I wake, my back cries out. Guess this old age. My new job is to embrace it.
Our Lady's Slipper
Catholic Poetry
Wednesday, November 13, 2024
Friday, September 27, 2024
Dementia
To my window she comes
There's not much time
Tell me your secrets and and I'll carry them with me
Sprinkle them.on the wooden path, on top of your footprints
On good days, I sit at my window.
Open my broken mind, fish out my memories
And speak
Two by two in song, they drink my words and sing
I'm dying, but my body will go on functioning in this world
In the midnight hours, I busy myself
Boxing up memories, bitter and sweet
Rereading books and poems that contain words for stirring emotion
Saying prayers with the hopes of finally getting the meditation right
Once done, I close the box on my life and bury it
Underneath the bottle tree my husband made from the wine we drank
Before the last pile of dirt was out back in place
I beg and pray that I remember one Word, just one
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Sprig of Lavender
Weeds choke the garden, killing the pumpkins planted only months before
Half neglectful, the gardener begins to read, but only when she's bored
Finds it spiritual even
The weeding starts on the bank across the driveway
Pumpkins are dead
Let the dead bury the dead, she mutters
When she finally makes it over the side
A calm arrests her olfactory senses
Buried underneath, beauty thrives
She plucked a sprig of lavender
Devouring its sweetness of romance and promises and in a faint whisper, "God."
Saturday, November 25, 2023
Christmas Carol Practice
We clicked going for a 9am practice on a Saturday morning 30 minutes away.
We were late, of course and lost
There were no directions posted in the email for the music room
The only one around to ask for directions was a caffeine starved priest seemingly desperate for peace
His directions were perfect, thankfully.
You could here them, 20 girls not quite in tune singing classic/commercial carols for the elderly
I had flashbacks of my choir days in college and wondered why the girl's voices weren't being whipped into shape
Until I realized it's not about perfection, but joy and fellowship
Saturday, November 11, 2023
Dogwood Tree
Saturday, October 14, 2023
Saint Barbara
It was a tower he put her in
You know, the one on Green Street
In his determination, he declared with a beer in hand
"Ain't nobody gonna disrespect my baby
So up in her tower his daughtet sat pondering creation
When your view is that of a bird, the world looks different
You become above petty shit
Only the best pagan teachers cone to visit
But they that lived below didnt understand that her view was above and closer to God
Boredom sat in
Father sent suitors to her in the prospects of marriage
But they were all sent away
They did not come with water and a crucifix
Only a man of Christ could give her what she desired
Baptism
Thursday, August 3, 2023
Butterfly Emerging
My cocoon is made up of sins
Venue sins sparkle and can almost be dusted away
But the mortal ones require force and will to remove them
Only a real Mariposa will fight to remove the heart of sin and emerge it's beauty