The orphanage

I don’t know if this is ever going to be posted… No internet here.

I saw my old orpanege today.

Sad memory.

My father, the one that raised and gave me is name and I drove to the earliest of my memories, the orphanage I was put in when my nonna died. The building was now in cement, the gate and the entry the saddest memories. Been taken there and left by my mom that could not take care if me. The gravel in the inside took the place if the dirt I remembered. The tree, still in the center, almost in the Center of the coumpound. Sadness and relief at the same time. At the corner before entering in the orphanage the little classroom where I did half of my first grade. My dad looked at the building, made a comment about the “new look”. He had red eyes later and as I was remembering my childhood unloved, lonely tears started to flow out and in the deep if myself, I felt that that old pain again.

Can I play? My little voice asked the nun, no you cannot because your don’t. Listen so, again I was tied down to the big big table where we all ate. Another day another pain that turned into anger. Why can’t I play?

I was startle at how clear the memories were.

Maybe later,


Happy St. Patrick’s Day! The Prayer of St. Patrick. March 17, 2019.

May the Strength of God pilot us. May the Power of God perserve us. May the Wisdom of God instruct us. May the Hand of God protect us. May the Way of God direct us. May the Shield of God defend us. May the Host of God guard us against the snares of the evil ones. Against temptations of the world. May Christ be with us! May Christ be before us! May Christ be in us, Christ be over all! May Thy Salvation, Lord, Always be ours, This day, O Lord, and evermore. Amen.