The Glowing Runner

A glowing runner 

A blue ball that floats through the air

Children  are so innocent

They believe with their hearts

They don't  question what they see or hear.

 Dusk was setting in 

Dinner had been prepared, served, and eaten.

The dishes were being hand washed (by me of course)

A warm Breeze was blowing in from the back door. 

It all seemed so suriel when a little voice screamed 

 “ Mommy, Mommy, there is a man glowing, running through our yard”

“What? “ I asked with disbelief

“ come see Mommy” she said frantically and pulled me to the back door.

There was nothing there.

"you probably thought you saw something but it was most likely a bird or a firefly" I said and brushed it off.

Dream With Your Soul: Friends come and go but some stay for lunch

Dream With Your Soul: Friends come and go but some stay for lunch: Friends come and go but some stay for lunch Some people that you meet in your journey of life are there just to be witnesses and  some are t...

Happy Fathers day Papa, you will always be in my heart.

I am strong
Because you let me fall

 

I am caring
Because you gave me your hand

I am funny because you made me laugh

I am important

Because you listened

I am loved

Because you gave me your heart

I am who I am
Because you let me be me

Happy Fathers day Papa, you will always be in my heart. ( se sempre nel mio cuore) 

Happy Mothers Day Mom

I was 5 and my brother was 8 years old when we left Calabria and came to New York.  My Mom was 34 and my

Dad was 35. We lived in a small town in Calabria named Mongrassano. 

                    My Mother and Father were both born in the same town and knew each other their whole life.  In 1970

The economics in Italy were not good.  No one was paying my Dad and we had no money.  I remember my Mom

telling me they had to borrow money to pay for our Airline tickets to New York.  My Mom’s family was already in

New York, they had left Calabria in the early 60’s.  I can’t imagine what it was like for my parents to leave their

home, family, town, and their friends with two little children.  They only spoke Italian no English.  America was not

like it is today.  If you didn’t speak English it was up to you to get someone who can to translate for you. 

I wish I had the strength, focus and energy My Mother had when we were growing up. 

5am my mother would wake up make lunch for herself and my father and of course make coffee

6 am she would wake me and my brother up give us breakfast

6:30 am she would be on out the door and walking to her factory job where she sewed.

4 pm she walked back in the house clean up from the morning and get dinner started

6pm we would be finished with dinner she would then clean the dishes by hand sweep and wash the floor

7pm we would all watch wheel of fortune

                    I on the other hand

 6:30 am make coffee watch TV

7 am wake up the girls make them breakfast go back to watching TV

7:30 am run around make my kids lunch, scream and yell for everyone to get ready

8:00 run out of the house with my PJ to drive the kids to school (thank god for drop off)

8:05 procrastinate until 8:30 then

8:30 run around try to get ready for work

9:15 late again for work and I am only 2 minutes away

5 pm get home watch more TV until I figure out what I am going to cook

7 pm finish cooking ready to eat

8pm finish cleaning up

8:30  kids are in bed

9 pm I am in bed and surfing the net while I am listening to the TV in bed while my husband is sleeping

I admire My Mom I wish I can do half of what she did for me.  

She never complained, I never saw her sick if she was  we never knew.  Now as I am older and have two daughters I

can finally understand her. I have respect for who she is and what she did for our family.  Thanks to my mother I

was able to go back to work while she took care of my girls.

 I can never repay her for all she has done for me. 

Once in a while she will say you go crazy do so much with your kids I never did anything for you, and I say to her

What you did for me was enough I was happy.  I have no regrets all children want is their parents and I had them.   I

wrote this poem in 1982 for my Mom and 34 years later I am finally going to give it to her so here it is translated in

English. Happy Mother’s day to all.

 For the most Caring Mama,

Mama is a small name for you

The work that you do is much greater than you know

It's hard to always have the house clean and to go to work

With time my brother and I will be grown

When we were small we always called out your name

If we were sick we always shouted your name

And you always ran to us

I love you not only today but forever

Because you gave me life, helped me to see, to speak, and live

I know that we are not them same

It is difficult to get along all the time

I am from one generation and you are from another

And I know that at certain times I'm a Witch

Please forgive me

The word that is important is love

Mama I love you when I am at home

I Love you when I am at work

I love you where ever I am in the world

You have my heart forever.

Friends come and go but some stay for lunch

Friends come and go but some stay for lunch

Some people that you meet in your journey of life are there just to be witnesses and  some are there to assist in your life's journey.  Friendship is like a marriage, it has its ups and downs but if you care about the relationship you stick with it and fight for it.  Just like every other relationship.
The first companion in my journey I met in third grade.  Her name is Denise(but we call her D) and one day at lunch she asked me to trade sandwiches.  No one had ever wanted my lunch before.  D had tuna fish on white American bread and I had Mortatella with provolone on My moms home made bread.   We traded lunch that day and have been having lunch ever since. My friend  Maria was friends with Denise first and I became friends with her through Denise. We met Cathy in High School nineth grade.  She had just moved into our town and became friends with another friend of ours Diane.   Forty two years later and we are all still haveing lunch together. My friends are a  part of my family.  We went to each other’s sweet sixteen; we were part of each other’s wedding party. We supported one another through the deaths of our parents and the births of our children.  What makes us such great friends is that we honestly care for one another.  We don’t envy each other and  we are happy for the good things in one another’s life. Just like families we have our disagreements but we get over it and move on.  I was the last to get married (late bloomer) and buy a house.  I love having my own place, I love company and entertaining. Since my children are smaller than everyone else, I have them come over my house it’s easier.

One Thursday afternoon my three besties came over for lunch.

Maple Glazed Ham, Smoked Turkey and Imported Mortadella

Bologna and White American Cheese

Fresh Bagels

Angela’s balsamic vinaigrette garden salad

We wouldn’t be Italian if we didn’t have pastries for dessert

You can't have dessert without some coffee

We sat around the table eating, talking and laughing.  We always have a great time when we are together.

That day  I used paper plates so it would be easier to clean up.   We sat at the kitchen table in the corner, the windows were closed no wind blowing in the room.  As we talked the plate in front of Denise slid by its self over to where Maria was sitting.  Cathy did not see it move. The three of us on the other hand stopped talking looked down at the plate and just asked out loud “did you see that?” We laughed shook our heads and then Denise said “is the coffee ready?”. I served the coffee we ate dessert ignoring what just happened.  Please someone give me the check.