Through Her Eyes

Gary Edward Geraci

 

to Jessica, my beloved wife, born and raised in Cagayan de Oro, Philippines

 

destinations to plan and pack

paved roads to pass the pleasures

your country is great

 

rest areas with plumbing

and chopper water rescues

your country is great

 

stacked shelves at grocery markets

air conditioned church services

your country is great

 

boundless books to borrow

a library in every city

your country is great

 

student loans for college

an abundant supply of jobs

your country is great

 

shoulder to shoulder cheering

in crowded college stadiums

your country is great

 

dainty disciplined dancers

and handsome Hollywood actors

your country is great

 

respected armed forces

great history of invention

your country is great

 

people that give freely

come to the aid of others

your country is great

 

the will to overcome

diverse you come together

yes dear, our country is great!

 

Gary Edward Geraci

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2020 09:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: My wife always reminds me that we have much to be grateful for here in the USA.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary.
    Ain't come across many (or any?) air conditioned churches in U.K. I'm getting old. One of my first considerations, though not that spiritual, if going to a church is 'will it be warm enough - the building; well, the people too?!'
    It sure is a bit of self-denial if sitting though services in chilly buildings. I don't take up my 'cross' sometimes - I go elsewhere warmer. Tut tut! But it's not wise to do. One cannot focus, getting chillier by the minute, then actually feeling ill with it.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Well now hunker down ye old bones then O! This damn virus is making a believer of me yet (that is a believer of the media if you can believe that). - who in their right mind would manufacture death counts of the likes we’ve been witnessing, my old friend. So we will self-isolate and write toilet paper -limericks instead: the scarcity of me paper, got me writing this little caper, I must now skimp and save, with ev’ry sheet behave, or find a new way to scraper! Gary Edward Geraci



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