Tuesday, June 30, 2015


Stephen's rock-shaped clouds
inhale and exhale
hurl across blue skies
as breezes panic
set off
constricting condensation
flesh deflation
saintly metamorphosis into shallow hills

Snake-like floatations
pronounce life
as celestial cemeteries
where restless limbs
and bones
tremble with every gust
until gravestones transform
one by one
a heart
a kidney
a lung
escorted past heaven's gate
readying to voice
from Jonah's
whale-shaped cloud

Saturday, June 20, 2015

I am the daughter of a legend

I am the daughter of a legend,
the daughter of a man who has touched lives across a spectrum of age and miles and time— 
an uncle and brother who my relatives adore,
a coach who is still remembered and respected by many middle-aged men,
a parishioner whose church members expect to see at early Mass,
a neighbor whose block members depend on for a wave or jovial remark,
a patron whose spot is saved for his weekly ritual,
a loyal friend to those with whom he is in contact and also to those for whom he prays each day,
an entertainer for all who know his wit. 
He is a husband who has stood the test of time (58 years to be exact) with faith and devotion;
he is a father (and father-in-law) of children who have reciprocated his dedication;
he is a grandfather who is loved dearly by those who have witnessed his family leadership. 
He is a legend. 
He is blessed as well as a blessing.

Dad, I can’t explain what an honor it is to be your daughter.  God did not plan to take you just yet, and I am grateful.  I am grateful to have you around for another Father’s Day, for another Sunday, for another Day of any kind.  Throughout this ordeal I have learned so much about you, about our family, and about myself.  I have learned about selflessness and sacrifice, and what great joy those attributes can bring to ones heart.  You are facing your fears with courage and tenacity, and even a sense of humor at times.  I love you for all that you are, all that you believe, and all that you have taught me.  I love you for being a legend without ever trying.

For you, a prayer, the Memorare:
REMEMBER, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me.
O, Blessed Mother, continue to watch over my dad and be his strength.  Help him to follow the path our Lord has intended, and help us, his family and friends, to do what we need to do in order for him to live with grace and faith.