I see your face in the rainbow
And the stars that shine at night
You will always be near me
As near to me as light
Your love is in the wind
That blows in the trees
The gentle rain
And the roaring seas
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Home
Your home may be a mansion
Upon a mountain side
Or a little shack by the river
With only love inside.
But the feeling you get in the evening
When it’s time to go home again
Of love and peace and laughter
You tired and weary soul will mend.
You may wonder the whole world over
And strange, beautiful places see
But home is the place you dream of
No matter where you may be.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
Upon a mountain side
Or a little shack by the river
With only love inside.
But the feeling you get in the evening
When it’s time to go home again
Of love and peace and laughter
You tired and weary soul will mend.
You may wonder the whole world over
And strange, beautiful places see
But home is the place you dream of
No matter where you may be.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
A Childish Argument
I had this dream come to me last night. The dream had three main characters, two girls and the youngest a boy. In the dream there were a lot of children running around in the spring sun. The weather was perfect with a slight breeze. Small patches of white clouds speckled the bright blue sky. The fragrance of young flowers and grass danced upon the air. The echoes of children laughing rang through every ear. The barren trees of winter were filled with bright green buds.
A childish argument breaks out between the boy and the youngest girl. The girl tells the boy, “I love you and I do not want to fight with you.”
The boy yells, “I don’t like you! You are invisible to me, and I am invisible to you!” just like that, the little boy disappears. The girl knows that he is still there, but she cannot see him, nor hear him.
The girl goes on about her business. She begins to work on a go-cart for all of the children to ride. Upon completion, the oldest girl hops on and starts the engine. Their father approaches. He says, “Great job. I see you two have gotten finished.”
The oldest replies, “Yeah, I have been working on it all day, but she only helped with the finishing touches.” She knowingly made it seem as if she had been working hard all day even though she had not arrived until after completion.
“Well you did a great job then,” the father said as he hugged the older of the two. He turned to the youngest. Sarcastically, he said, “It was nice of you to finally decide she may need help.” He made sure to stress the “finally” bringing a tear to the young girl’s eye.
The girl walks on and holds her head up high regardless of how she feels. She notices her sister running ahead of her whispering in all the other children’s ears. The young girl does not make anything of it as she walks on. She is oblivious to what is going on around her. The girl starts to hear chuckling as she walks by the other children. She approaches her supposedly good friends. When she begins to speak to them, they quickly turn their backs to her. She is left with no friends and a lack of trust from her family members.
She meets a boy that does not believe what the others are saying about her. He can actually see the real girl that is hiding deep down inside. Their faces glow with smiles. All of the laughing and whispering is drowned out. The boy’s hand lightly brushes the hair from the girl’s cheeks. Hand in hand, the couple turns around and runs away.
No analysis required. This one is fairly easy to determine the root. This is pretty much how most of my life has been. Granted, my family and I get along very well now, but there was a time when there was so much turmoil that I am still very insecure.
A childish argument breaks out between the boy and the youngest girl. The girl tells the boy, “I love you and I do not want to fight with you.”
The boy yells, “I don’t like you! You are invisible to me, and I am invisible to you!” just like that, the little boy disappears. The girl knows that he is still there, but she cannot see him, nor hear him.
The girl goes on about her business. She begins to work on a go-cart for all of the children to ride. Upon completion, the oldest girl hops on and starts the engine. Their father approaches. He says, “Great job. I see you two have gotten finished.”
The oldest replies, “Yeah, I have been working on it all day, but she only helped with the finishing touches.” She knowingly made it seem as if she had been working hard all day even though she had not arrived until after completion.
“Well you did a great job then,” the father said as he hugged the older of the two. He turned to the youngest. Sarcastically, he said, “It was nice of you to finally decide she may need help.” He made sure to stress the “finally” bringing a tear to the young girl’s eye.
The girl walks on and holds her head up high regardless of how she feels. She notices her sister running ahead of her whispering in all the other children’s ears. The young girl does not make anything of it as she walks on. She is oblivious to what is going on around her. The girl starts to hear chuckling as she walks by the other children. She approaches her supposedly good friends. When she begins to speak to them, they quickly turn their backs to her. She is left with no friends and a lack of trust from her family members.
She meets a boy that does not believe what the others are saying about her. He can actually see the real girl that is hiding deep down inside. Their faces glow with smiles. All of the laughing and whispering is drowned out. The boy’s hand lightly brushes the hair from the girl’s cheeks. Hand in hand, the couple turns around and runs away.
No analysis required. This one is fairly easy to determine the root. This is pretty much how most of my life has been. Granted, my family and I get along very well now, but there was a time when there was so much turmoil that I am still very insecure.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
The Last Row to Hoe
It’s been a long day
We’ve lived a good life
Good or bad we made it through
But it’s been a long day
And it’s time to go home
The sun is getting low
Dusty dark is near
So it’s been a long day
And its time to go home
Mom is waiting there
With supper on the stove
Biscuits and gravy, cornbread and beans, and more
Maybe ham or even rabbit stew
It’s been a long day
And its time to go home
This is the last row to hoe.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
You will be greatly missed, but you will never be forgotten. I love and miss you, Grandma.
We’ve lived a good life
Good or bad we made it through
But it’s been a long day
And it’s time to go home
The sun is getting low
Dusty dark is near
So it’s been a long day
And its time to go home
Mom is waiting there
With supper on the stove
Biscuits and gravy, cornbread and beans, and more
Maybe ham or even rabbit stew
It’s been a long day
And its time to go home
This is the last row to hoe.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
You will be greatly missed, but you will never be forgotten. I love and miss you, Grandma.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Happy Anniversary
As my son says, I am the Aphrodite to his father's Aries. I don’t know how DJ feels about being called the God of war, but I love the comparison. Happy Anniversary, Darren. I could never have asked for a better man to spend the last 22 years, & here’s to many, many more.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
I'm Melting
While researching my family tree, I found out one of my Dad's Irish ancestors was a slave. I also have Comanche, Cherokee, and Creek ancestors. Some of my Dad's family has been on this land since this was Mexico, so technically, I have Mexican ancestry as well. Damn, I just realized I am the epitome of the melting pot theory. I should change my name to Heinz 57. I am at such odds with myself. Part of me hates part of me because another part of me should be crying for retribution from the rest of me. Ugh... my head's about to explode.
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