Friendship

Dedicated to Mary Lois Alford

Friendship is a gift

You have been a gift to me

Friendship is beauty

You have shown beauty to me

Friendship is honesty

"Friendship"

"Friendship" (Photo credit: BroGuggs)

You have been honest with me

Friendship is integrity

You have lived integrity with me

 Friendship is a gift

You have gifted me

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Learning from Loss

Moon

Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Anguish is real, pain is felt deep.

Within the walls, cells migrate from one organ to the other.

In between the emotions beat their constant rhythm…

The heart finds no sleep!

What is this love that has taken hold of me?

Where my heart felt good–

When I spoke with you?

Then you asked to be set free!

Laughter left my lips…

The smile inside departed.

Combat began within…

Love had been clipped.

Emotions ran me foolish,

While reality set in.

As fleeting as the Spring blossoms

From me your love was banished.

What have I learned?

Love is fleeting…

Life is real…

Sometimes we get burned.

Love found….life gained…love lost…life pained.

Live through it…Rise above it!

What is this IT?

Love is elusive…the moon has waned.

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Springtime

the green of the leaves

lightly  dances in the  rain

Spring has come again

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Fahrenheit 451 REVISITED

Goodbye, Mr. Chips

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I watched as I fed the fire

With my teaching thoughts and desires

Papers, strategies,…projects undone

No one with whom to share the fun

I watched as the fire grew and grew

I watched as the flames ate it through

I am too young to be sitting here alone

I feel like I have been hit by a drone

Retirement…what is to become of me?

“Goodbye Mr. Chips”  unsettles the free

My heart is shattered and torn

For the children I was born

What is life, if there is no one to receive?

Retirement…time….did deceive

Fifty-five and older

No one desires your shoulder

I took the boxes of my ideas–remnants

And fed the fire amid the students absence

Vitriolic criticism rides my soul

Why am I here…with nowhere to go

Depression

 

Winter Road

Photo Credit: Jane Johann

 

the tree stands

clothed in snow

frozen in time

so slaps the backhand

wind whipping to and fro

there is no rhyme

the branches reach out

but are stiff and cold

no one hears the bark

words hidden, no shout

twists and knots create the mold

tree clothed in dark

the sun beats down

the rain pours

winter has taken its toll

the branches frown

how much more

before the final roll

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Footprints of Love

Kids in Turkana, Kenya, eating their porridge

Kids in Turkana, Kenya, eating their porridge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One particular moment in time, where the sun meets the equator,

I had a  chance meeting with a tall, Turkana gentleman…

who left an indelible mark on my soul…

While living in Kenya, as an Associate Member of the MSOLA (Missionary Sisters of Our  Lady of Africa), one of the most precious moments of my life was visiting the Turkana people who had migrated down from the country north of Kenya. I had traveled northeast to visit my friend, Sister Maryann Calabrese, who had journeyed to Kenya with me. We found ourselves in two different locations–Sister Maryann worked as a social worker in Kisii, in the northeastern section of Kenya, and I found myself teaching in Kiriko, in a village nestled in the Aberdare Mountain range, 6,300 feet above sea level and 100 miles south of the equatorial line.

The day I visited with Maryann, she was to travel to the outskirts of Kisii, to the town garbage site.  There, amid all the trash of the nearby city, the Turkana people had built their homes out of the debris and garbage of the city. They fashioned little huts in the form of igloos that they lived in with their wife and children. Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to see the filth that they had to live in, with no fresh drinking water, and living only with what others discarded.  However, there were only smiles on the faces of these people as Maryann went to greet them.  The Turkana people were very welcoming and Maryann had a very gentle and open heart towards them. There was mutual acceptance.

As she went about conversing with the village women, I found myself surrounded by at least fifty children between the ages of 2 to 12. Unable to speak the language, I approached the children and tried my few words of KiSwahili with them. They were all smiles and then just because they were children, I became childlike and began singing Old MacDonald’s Farm and other silly little Yankee songs, that popped into my head, to amuse them. Soon the children joined their hands to mine and we formed a huge circle. We sang and  danced together, unaware of language or cultural barriers.  I, as well, was unaware of their footprints traced on my white shirt as I lifted them high into the air–they were filled with so much joy and laughter and made me feel so alive and wonderful! The children had the most beautiful and constant smiles I have ever seen!

Just as we were leaving, a very tall, Turkana man approached me; he had a bolt and a washer screwed into his chin to jewel himself.  Towering over my vertically  challenged height and not knowing what to expect, he asked me, “Where are you from?”

I responded, “Down country.”

He asked again, “No, where are you from –which country over the great waters?”

I responded,“America.”

He then said to me, “Thank you for coming all the way from America to love our children!”

His words touched my soul – they taught me that I held the capacity to love. That when I totally forgot myself, I did the most good and brought happiness to someone else! His words are always with me, when I need to feel some happiness…I remember one day I did some good…I remember how kind he was to thank me…and it reminded me to express to others in my life the gratitude I feel for them…no matter how small or insignificant it may seem to them. That one sentence has brought joy to me over and over. It is a moment in time I will never forget.

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