SHE WANTED TO BE A NUN
After graduating from eighth grade,
She wanted to be part of the novitiate,
of the Holy Sisters of Nazareth.
Dad put his foot down loud and hard.
How she went from that, to nurse,to
teacher ,to comedian and bellydancer?
Are eternal questions to which she just
cannot find any answers!
Who knows what her zany future may
bring?
A palace, a Mercedes? Better yet.
perchance a loving, handsome king?
She has no unicorns of fairies dancing
in her house.
They are all on vacation now~so the
poet's only companion is a cheese-loving,
visiting field mouse!
November 15, 2019
Habits are scattered in every cubicle
the veils are seen hanging on walls
the rosaries are play things for rats
there is no sign of life in living room
What comes to mind is a place for Nuns
long ago deserted for something better
could be disaster befell home of celibates
no one was there to tell the real story
The old dirty utensils bear glaring witness
but smell of Sisterhood still linger in air
the holiness of the novitiate is not lost
when chalice and bibles lie idle on tables
In the neighborhood are goons of pleasure
enjoying their lifestyles in styles and pomp
as they shout; Hurrah, “hurrah let them go
wrong and ugly history brought them here
This is the freedom we fought with hot blood
liberty to do what we want, even to destroy
that is the life most perfect here for all today
religious life unpatriotic, pagan freedom sanity."