Frances Schiavina Poet Haibun

The Beautiful Lady

Before I was of age I longed to go to school. Hand in hand with dad officials went to beg to no avail. Time arrived and did exceptionally well until the physics class when teacher said: you’ll be a repeat in my class unless you score high on this final test. Terror in hand checking little squares next to me standing The Immaculate Conception. Immaculate I understood but not the rest. Test results: teacher shocked and off my horse I was knocked. Need I say I passed?

You belonged to school
Someone who knew me well said
And now to the church

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Sara Kendrick November 16, 2020 at 11:34 AM Okay. I guess for a contest if so may God be with you. Sara

Connie Marcum Wong July 25, 2020 at 1:31 PM This is lovely Frances. Those early years make an impression we never forget. Best wishes for a high placement. Blessings xxoo Frances Schiavina July 26, 2020 at 8:06 AM Thank you Connie. Until The Beautiful Lady is glorified pandemics will continue with volcanos' eruptions, coastlands flooding, earthquakes, wars, and famines. And with pain I add: There will be death in the Vatican. I did my little part by making Her physical presence and maternal protection in my time of need known. Everything I said in the poem is true. May Her maternal mantle protect you. You are beautiful Connie