St. Monica, please intercede and intevene for me
I'm now retired and stuck at the house...and things get boring for me.
The mrs doesn't want me to drive out of town on account of my dementia
She's worried to death that it's gonna get worse
I so much need a saint to plead my cause...to bring my family back to the faith
In this Miami Valley area.
My car is getting old...and my wife wants to trade in hers and mine for one car and we're both getting old
Staying at the house can be so dull and boring
Want to head back up to Mackinac Island once again
So we can somehow re-kindle the flame..and be passionate lovers once again.
I have three sons who are now adults who don't have Catholic wives
All too often I do things haphazardly without thinking things out first...
I grew up on a small farm in Shelby County, overprotected by my stubborn german mom
I was continually bullied and exploited on the school bus because I attended a Catholic school
And needless to say...I was not the least bit streetwise
..and was branded nerdy and uncool.
I sometimes feel as if I'm a loner in the Catholic faith
Hence, I became a volunteer for Catholic radio, realizing the latter days are getting late.
My sons have no desire for a Catholic wife, and I realize that I'm not gonna a be a grandpa
Please dear St. Monica, please pray for me...and for my struggling family
I know deep down in my heart and soul that the hour is getting late!
JML 08/27/23
- Author: jmlpoeticblues ( Offline)
- Published: August 27th, 2023 06:30
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
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