You stayed home
While the others played;
Watchful eye
While dad strayed.
But the day you turned eighteen,
Free, you flew away!
-Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My mother, Norma, was burdened with adult responsibilities from a very early age. Her father was rarely around and her sister Margie had Down syndrome, requiring constant supervision. Although she had another sister and a brother, my grandmother looked to Norma to run the household while she worked to support herself and her children as a waitress at the Missouri Athletic Club. My mother recently recounted how difficult and repressive this childhood was for her and the immense freedom and joy she experienced when she finally turned old enough to get her first job outside of the home. I wrote this poem in a form called Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) which wonderfully rhymes with my mother’s name, Norma. One powerful prayer that our world needs to make daily is the prayer for the strength and unity of our traditional families: may husbands and wives worldwide persevere in an indissoluble union in raising their children with an abundance of sacramental grace; through Him, with Him, and in Him - Amen.
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A strong write Edward and her strength built up in her younger years made her into the woman of freedom she became.
Thank you Goldfinch60. I delighted in your use of my middle name; my father’s first name. He’s still with us but very ill and in declining health. My mother is doing everything in her power now to keep him comfortable. Peace, blessings and your prayers please.
A lovely write Gary. Not to criticise 'modern' worship, but one does not hear words like 'sacramental' much in such places. Some don't even know what a hymn book is! It's a special event and gasps of surprise if an actual hymn is sung amid the 'choruses'.
I was miffed at one harvest service - not one traditional hymn. Then at another service we got our tractor out and did ploughing of them fields!
Thank you Orchidee - you know Catholics adore the mystery of Christ’s incarnation and all of the theology that the Holy Spirit has inspired and preserved over the ages within the body of our Magisterium. This is an astounding belief: a God whom was made visible as one of us! And so sacramental theology keeps us ever in awe and praise of God’s creatures. Yes, water is a creature as is air, as are the cumulative creatures that join together in your sacred Harvest service (with or without hymns - although I side with you - the hymn, this sacred music, does much good in the raising of our spirits; high above our secular woes.)
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