THREE, NO FOUR REFLECTIONS ON FATHER’S DAY
1.
Ah, Father’s Day, the
biology of becoming,
quite explicit, male sperm
in union with female ovum
occurring naturally in
a romantically staged
atmosphere of candle
lit décor, a bottle of
red wine, on cool,
white satin sheets,
or occurring in a
scientifically staged
cold, white sterile
laboratory, a hospital
gown, a petri dish,
and an equally cold
stainless steel exam
table, either way a
child may be created,
though petri dishes
take the sexy out of
sexual relations.
2.
Fertility never an issue
for us, we joked that
by just undressing in
the same space a
child would be conceived.
Natural Family Planning,
programmatic misnomer,
one safe day a month,
one night of hot crazy
concupiscence, a cruel
conspiratorial hoax placed
upon our marriage,
perpetrated by Magisterial
Jansenists hiding within
the woodwork of the
Vatican, the Pope seemingly
having more safe days
for sexual relations than us.
3.
There is much hullabaloo
about that which men
and women do, for life
created must not be
wasted, the gift of
baby vomit down the
back of each suitcoat
appreciated, the many
sleepless nights of
infant waking, nightmares
quaking, sick children
puking, concerts performing,
teenagers storming,
love and compassion
learning, alcohol
spurning, quiet, sweet
quiet yearning, hairs
all graying, grown
children staying,
peace attaining?
Yes, peace attaining.
4.
Of all we achieved
in our years together,
the jobs and positions
held, the goals personal
and couple realized,
the greatest legacy left
behind us are Andy,
Luke, Meg and Beth,
the children we created
bearing the image of
not only you and me,
but the image and
likeness of our God
who created all in all.
©2015. The Book Of Ruth, Deacon
Bob Wagner OFS. All rights reserved.
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