At 7.30 pm tonight I will have have quit smoking over 1 year ago. WOW! That’s me I’m talking about – who would have thought that. It is SO good to be free of cigarettes – free of addiction! Although I have to careful as I say that because I will always be addicted – I am free while I never take one puff!
WOW for me and a HUGE thankyou to everyone who helped me on the way, especially those who helped me this this project.
To celebrate I want to post a poem by Brian Schild. Brian has given me wonderful encouragement throughout the year and I am honored to have his permission to reproduce his poem here. Also known as The Cancer Poem, Brian explains “This is a poem about my feelings and images I felt soon after I found out my father would die of cancer back in 1996. The photo represents my mothers death when I was 6, she was 34.”
Two Churches
It is dusk. I step off the bus.
I just have to walk three blocks West.
I can see the dark blue steeple
silhouette of
Saint Mary of Czestochowa across the street from my house. Huge
thunder clouds are rapidly moving in from the North.
The yellowed sliver of a moon-an eye
ready to close forever,
hovers hopefully next to the church-
already practically buried in clouds. I
pick up the pace. I do not mind getting wet but
the lighting frightens me.
Lighting will take away everything.
I make it home before the downfall
of rain. Everthing is locked up,
the shades are pulled down.
I have a photograph from years ago.
A different summer, a different thunder cloud, even a different church steeple, Saint Casimir, located about six
blocks away.
Moving
clouds obscure then illuminate the blinking moon.
1996
Thanks Brian for all your encouragement and support!
