Do You Remember the Flags?
Do you remember the flags? – red, green and blue – flapping in the wind. . . far above our heads. You swam breaststroke. . . I, backstroke.
We paddled our little limbs, wildly, earnestly . . . just to beat the clock.
Only nine and eight young years – our arms pretzeled together frozen smiles and medals beaming flashes of sunlight in our tiny hands
clasped tightly. . . waiting… as if it was our last breath of air. The monster creature behind the camera knew not of his own demons. It’s fifty plus years later . . . And, today is your birthday. You died before I knew our truth. Our father died of a broken heart. . . before I knew his and our truth. Filled with rage, I did not understand. Now I know its source. . .
We clung with breathless courage Too fragile to resist. Yes. You were my comforter. Your spirit is with me now. I hold your energy in my heart. . . as tears reveal the truth, I LOVE YOU DEARLY. OUR JOURNEY CONTINUES. . .
. . .You in SPIRIT . . . me in body . . .TOGETHER WE SPEAK OUR TRUTH. Germayne B. Tizzano, Ph.D.
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