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08/23/2013 — Leave a comment


Soulless is the creature that kills without thought or regret
Soulless is the mother who discards her child like last nights dinner
Soulless is the teacher who refuses to teach the disabled
Soulless is the owner who refuses to serve someone because of their skin color
Soulless is the man who wears I white sheet and peers through the empty eye sockets and becomes judge, jury, and executioner of the innocent
Soulless are those who care not for the pain that they cause to anyone
Soulless are those that take what doesn’t belong to them
Soulless are those that bite the hand that feeds them

Everyone starts off innocent
Everyone chooses the road they take
I hope you’ve chosen the right road

I often see and hear the word “poor”. Sometimes I wonder if those who use it truly know the meaning of the word. Which by definition means “lacking enough money to live at a standard considered comfortable or normal in a society.” Someone once referred to me as being poor and it truly bothered me and I’m not sure why. I do now that there were days when I was a single parent that I felt the way, but the truth is, no matter what, my children always had a roof over their hood in a town that people fight to live in. They were never unable to attend a birthday party without a gift. They were always able to go with their friends on outings. I couldn’t afford to send them on other trips like skiing because I was saving for Christmas or birthdays. Everyone always received grandiose gifts. My children always had clothes that fit and had no holes unless they wanted them. They all have whatever electronic gadget you can think of. I’m certainly not rich, but by the definition of the word, I’m not poor.

I also often think of those that are actually poor. Those who have to sleep outdoors at night because they are too proud to go to a shelter. Others that live in countries that just don’t have the means to help the poor or just choose not to help them. I think of all those people who go to bed or wake up poor because their home was ravaged by fire and they lost all that they owned, but are still happy to be alive.

The truth is people improperly use the word poor every day. It saddens me, because I truly believe they don’t understand the true meaning of the word and therefore can’t really be is pathetic to those truly in the position of being poor. No one wakes up one day and says “hey, I’ve decided I want to be poor”.

My only reason for posting this is to hopefully raise awareness in others and to hopefully get them to think about the way they use certain words.

Woman solves the murder of her friends from decades earlier.

This reminds us all when you really want something, even time can’t get in your way.

A couple of months ago the Brookline Poet Laureate put out a call to Brookline residents asking for submissions of Poems and/or songs about Brookline.  Please click below to see the posted results of the call.  I wrote both a poem and a song.  I hope you enjoy the submissions.

Despite the want of Suffolk District Attorney Daniel F. Conley to find the killer of a young 19-year-old Joseph Morante, I have not seen or heard any news about his case over the last couple of days. I know that his family is suffering deeply along with his newly named fiancé. No one in Morante’s saw his killing coming. Morante was a promising young man. Capable of so many things. Full of hopes and dreams like the rest of us. His senseless murder cannot go unsolved. The elder Joseph Morante deserves to see his sons killer brought to justice. Young Joseph left this world on Wednesday, July 31, 2013 at 1:30pm. Lets hope that too much more time doesn’t pass before we hear of some progress in his case. My heart continues to be with all members of the Morante family, as well as those searching for his killer. May peace be with you all.

Trapped inside the shell of my body

We come into this world in a perfect little shell
Full of chances, promises and opportunities
We have to do our best to keep up our outer shell
That’s what people see when they look at us
It’s what they see when they decide…
…decide to befriend us, love us, hire us, learn from us or whether they want to be like us
Treat your shell well because in the end that’s what people will see..
…see when your time is done and they just want to remember you.

Recently I had to visit someone that I have known since my childhood in a Rehabilitation Center. She has always been a nana to me and I was truly devastated to hear she was in a situation where she couldn’t take care of herself. I knew nothing about her condition prior to visiting with her. I called the Rehabilitation Center to make sure that she was still there. The woman on the phone said she wasn’t there. I replied that she had to be, as I was told the previous night that she had been brought in. The woman looked again and said she saw her name but could find her. After looking again, she was able to find her. I asked what the visiting hours were and I was on my way.

I arrived at the Rehabilitation Center. It was pretty on the outside and in a very nice part of the town. It’s decorated nicely. Definitely quite welcoming in appearance. Things definitely change when you get in the patient rooms.

Upon entering my Nana’s room, I’m immediately smacked in the face with the smell of self deification. The smell is so pungent that I immediately have the urge to vomit and my eyes start running and my throat is soar. My Nana’s roommate appears to have lost her mind talking to herself the entire visit and yelling out various comments and statements.

Once I peered behind Nana’s curtain and was again hit with an even more pungent smell than from her roommates side of the room, I was saddened to see how fragile she had become. Her small tight quarters was very unkept. Her medicine/food tray was filthy, still full of trash and spills. Her portable toilet was full and smelled horrible. She herself had soiled herself and was wearing soiled hospital socks.

Upon first look, Nana couldn’t tell who I was. But once I was closer she could both see me and hear me and knew exactly who I was. She told me how much she missed me and how happy she was to see me. I showed her pictures of my children who she loves and has cared for through the years. Suddenly, without cause she started bellowing. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she was happy and sad at the same time. She said “some people are really nice and some people are really mean to me. I want to go home.” I asked her what had happened and why she was there. She couldn’t quite remember other than to say that she has trouble standing and that there was something wrong with her legs. She asked me to try to find out when she w going to Revere to live. I went out to the front desk and spent more time waiting to speak to someone about my Nana than I had actually spent visiting with her. It was clearly obvious that I needed to speak to someone. One nurse was eating her lunch, the other was on the phone. They both just looked at me. After 10 minutes, I asked the woman eating her lunch if she could help me. She asked me with what I told her. She said I’m on my lunch break, but she should be off the phone in a minute or two. It ended up being 20 minutes before I realized that she was talking to one of Nana’s friends who had her Healthcare Proxy. I asked to speak with her so I could find out what was going on. I told her what I had observed and that I wasn’t at all happy. She told me that she was working on everything and not to tell my Nana what was going on.

I returned to Nana’s room to kiss her goodbye. I could stay no longer as I could no longer stand the smells around me.

I was angry that no one seemed to care about the patients they were supposed to be caring for. If only they imagined themselves in that very condition being treated that same way. I told my husband that I never wanted to end up in a place like that, pretty on the outside, deplorable on the inside. Please make sure that wherever your loved ones end up that it is in a place that you could see yourself in. If that doesn’t seem to exist, then don’t leave them there, because some day yourself may be there.

My nocturnal hours

Always awake,
Wishing for sleep,
Even though I fear it,
Dreams and nightmares taunting me in the brief moments I do sleep,
Admiring all those who can sleep,
I listen to the sounds the house brings,
I rise from rest to start the day since I know I won’t get my way to sleep deep and peacefully,
For now I say goodbye to my nocturnal hours as I give up trying to sleep and start the day,
See you a little later my dear nocturnal friend.

The body of the man who fell overboard during the country music cruise this past Saturday has been pulled from the Boston Harbor at 1:15 on Tuesday, July 29, 2013.

I’m just grateful the body didn’t surface when I was at Castle Island with my family on Sunday.

If you want to read more, click here: Body found in search for ferry passenger who fell off boat:

Our prayers continue to be with his girlfriend and his family.