"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Friday, March 01, 1996

Memories That Stick

You think your little girl doesn't remember the college baseball games on a Saturday afternoon, but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember you slapping the car to the beat of your favorite song, but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember going up to Mt. Baldy to sing along with you and your guitar, but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember meeting up with your friends and their kids to visit the Children's Museum or the Aquarium, but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember hiding in your side on the scary rides at Disneyland,
but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember waking up to "Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen," but she does...

You think your little girl doesn't remember every "Why couldn't...why not...how come you...when will you...SELFISH!..." but she does,















and that's what sticks.

March 1, 1996

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 10:38 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember feeling this way every time I would come home with a really good grade on a test or something and instead of "Good Job, Jen!!" I would hear "Next time shoot for 100%." And even perfection wasn't good enough.
-Jen

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