Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Norma (Shadorma)

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

1 comment:

  1. 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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