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Friday, June 29, 2018


HOT TIMES, COOL PEOPLE

Mama, I left my cap
We have to go back
No!  Don’t turn here!

Melt down

Cool mom

Daddy!  Daddy!
Come here!
            What is it?
Just come here!
            Honey, daddy just got home
            Let him relax a minute
No!  No!

Cool daddy

Meme!  Papa!  Let me carry your bags
Cool kid

Ninety degree dusty T-ball
At the park
Won again
Team picture then race for the snacks

Hot team

Ninety-five at Wrigleyville

Hot afternoon
Hot Cubs

Cool moments

Security lady with spritzer
            Take off your glasses
Fifth inning third baseline shade
 
Meme!  Papa!  Let me get the door

Dancing, tumbling
Sequined makeup
Hot chick
Big recital

Same chick teaching the youngest 
Paying off
Literally
Banking it

Hot prospect

31st Street Beach
Not a cloud in the sky
Near nineties
Lake front cooled
Beautiful beach with playground

Hot ideas for the future

Mikeski:  Please pass the hot sauce

Really cool at the hockey game


DRK
6/9/17 –6/13/17


Tuesday, June 19, 2018


SISTER MARY

Ellen
Waited on
And on

Bedded bodies
Imprisoned minds
Memory Care freedom
From
But not for

Where is that young woman
That pretty girl
So full of it?
The one Jeremiah and I used to love to tease

She re-emerged from time to time
When her son, Noah
Or others came to care
To brush her hair
Feed her peas, ice cream
Take in some sun, fresh air
Read her a card
Or watch with her
The Twins or Vikings on TV

On and on

Last year I was able
To witness a special emissary

New sister-in-law, Moira
Sent her bridal bouquet
And a generous piece
Of gooey wedding cake

Mary Ellen, too, could celebrate
Her brother Jim’s and Moira’s marriage

This cake was especially potent
            A real break from nutrition through a straw
It managed to creep through the bars of her cage
And triggered associations and requests
Throughout the week for real food
Sandwiches, cheeseburgers

Sweet Moira


Ultimately we could not fix Mary Ellen
We could not bring back that youthful beauty
Or perky spirit and zest for living

But as long as she remained
Hope remained

In Noah’s words
She was in a good place
Soft flannel pajamas
Comfy bed
Pain free
Hands being held
Her favorite classical music playing

But now our hopes turn
To a new Mary Ellen
Not repaired
But brand new

Cosmic, maybe
Like her mother’s shooting star
Soaring over Lake Sisseton

(Did you see that at Mother’s wake?)

Or mom’s Christmas parade
Trailing down Albion Avenue through town
Bringing news of a new spirit in the air

There will be no Christmas parade for Mary Ellen
But I am looking for some of June’s summer magic

One of my favorites . . . fireflies
They are due to return
This year they will carry a special message to me
Mary Ellen’s spirit continuing to rise
That spunk, that spirit cannot be buried
Watch them rise and disappear
Night after night
Year after year

On and on

She died last Saturday
Let me close with a part of the readings from Sunday’s Lectionary
This is part of St. Paul’s second letter to the Corinthians, chapters 4 and 5

“Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.  For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen, for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.”    

Amen, my sister
Amen, my friends

DRK
6/12/18