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Be Still
“Be still!” No entertainment.
Punishment
“Sit there and think about it!”
Tedium
Worldwide virus halts the train
Stuck inside
Forced to face our inner fears
Panic spreads
Look around at status quo
Comforting
New days dawn, the birds still sing
Flowers bloom
Time to chill, step off the wheel
Wait the storm
Meditate, appreciate
Inner peace
He Is There
Dad provides the worldly needs
Sits silently aside
Stalwart in his outward pose
Fights demons of his own
Leader of the family
Advisor, loving man
Mentor, coach, defender waits
To mend a broken heart
Wiping tears, encouraging
His child’s growth support
Proud of the accomplishments
Arms out to catch the falls
Father in the sense that’s true
Means more than DNA
Dance recitals, soccer games
Wherever, he is there!
Sail on, my Captain
Sixteen years ago I wrote the following lighthearted poem in honor of my husband Roger and two friends, Roger and Mike, who raced our sailboat in the 1998 National Catalina Race held in Westbrook, Connecticut. They took first for the tall rig division in all three races. Yes, readers, the sailboat’s name was Sloopy, the inspiration for the fictional 36 foot sloop that Liz and Garret live aboard in Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport and Two Headed Snake of Key West. Our Sloopy was fast and my husband could make a mighty Margarita.
I am sharing this with you in memory of my husband, who passed away on July 1, 2014. Sail on, my captain.
The pressure was on
To win a glass cup
Each silently prayed
He wouldn’t screw up
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The guy thing, you know
Machismo, at best
The challenge would come
They’d be put to the test
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The good Lord was laughing
As they hoisted the main.
These three would need blessings,
And more, it was plain
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Wine made from water
Was easy for sure,
But Roger, Mike, Roger
Three races endure?
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The task was immense
But these were nice guys
He raised His arms up
And Sloopy did rise.
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She raced to the finish
Three bullets to boot
Miracles do happen.
There’s proof in the loot.
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The lesson each learned,
To celebrate life
Believe in oneself
Be good to your wife.
Marilyn Dalla Valle 