My Dad, My Hero

my dad
my hero
watching you
fall
shake
quake
from the weakness that is overtaking you
rips my heart in two

my hero
my dad
you are
strong
steadfast
courageous
you were the one who carried me through

the body dies
it creaks
it groans
from age, ware and tare

we rail at its injustice
as it takes over
leaving you feeling
helpless
useless
unable to be as before
oh, how dare!

yet...through it all
you shine bright
illuminating
revealing
what your mouth cannot share

your eyes tell your story
fear
sorrow
yet...there is strength
love
peace
knowing
that you have never have to worry

you are
my dad
my confidant
you will remain as you always were
a man of
truth
integrity
complete and sure

you are
my dad
my friend
.....my hero

--mjr 2008

things

I'm starting to question myself again. I cannot pin down what it is I want. So much has happened and I'm struggling, trying to keep my world on its axis. There's a poem lurking deep inside me and I wonder if I should just let it flow. Oh, how I wish things would start making sense....

rain pours
soaking the soul
there's nothing to see but gray..

soul longs
to fly among
but cannot find its way..

sun shines
behind the lines
"I will not come out today."

school and STILL more about snakes! (sigh)

So, there I was, standing in line hoping to get my school schedule at USM straightened out and the woman behind the desk looks past the person in front of me and shrieks, "It's the snake lady!" I'm telling you! What next? Sure, Dr. Bob (the groovy prof of chorale, etc.) asked me about it in the stairwell, but he didn't scream at me! Oh, joy!

Is it naive of me to think that all that hoopla would be water over the dam now? Probably. One thing it did help was getting me the attention I'd hoped I would have received LAST year with the same issues dealing with the same people. Curse. Grumble. Mutter-sputter.

I go down to my tenant's apt. to fix a door problem and am reminded of Mr. Snake yet again because AJ has his 2.5-3 foot long boa (safely ensconced, I'm assured) just behind me in a tank. I try not to shudder all the while asking myself why I allowed him to bring it in AFTER I had the washing machine episode. Stamped on forehead: SUCKER!

Another day in the life...

on to becoming a star -- hopefully, a singing one this time. heh heh