Saintly Gerard Heals Mama Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Saintly Gerard Heals Mama
He's in such pain
When ma is sick
Like he's more ill
Won't take the pill
Ma lying down now
With kewpie cushion
Ice pack on her head
Feels his warm touch
This angel on divine mission
In cold and late of such worst night
Muffcap drawn over raw ears
Braces for dark storms of the night
Even such damn frozen night
Cannot break his saintly heart
Feverishly racing start
To finish line of drug store
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5/10/2024 10:52:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it feels fragmentary, but whole, as if its broken into distinct thoughts that tell a story. Some beautifully worded stuff, there's a tragedy in this that makes it all more urgent.
Kevin, this type of feedback is extremely valuable for me. You're right on target. In this Kerouac Series, I'm trying to sum up Kerouac's life as succinctly as possible. Because his brother Gerard was such a precious part of his life, I've had to include him in the series. His story is really fascinating. Thank you so much for your astute observations!