Cordelia Camilia © Yvonne Mokihana Calizar, 2019 Cordelia Camilia Was partial to purple, Dead set against cold. Her taste for dark Chocolate-dipped coconut So widely well-known. Her best pals were Bunnies, in particular, Sheila and Peter Carpone. The world as she knew it Was sweet on most days But crazy lopsided on others. To better consider the problem Cordelia Camilia sent word To her friends. After hot tea with honey, And Half-dipped chocolate 'roons The three ran in circles, turned cartwheels, scored 'Goal.' The solution you see was, "Push Play!"
Papa Honey, my father is one hundred and four years old today. His physical body passed decades ago, yet the fullness of his legacy lives because I remember him. The storytelling gene was planted in me, and my brother, thanks to him. His sense of humor was legendary as were his demons fueled by alcohol. Wheww ... to be able and willing to keep at the deep work involved in making peace and accepting both my humanity as well as the dragons, demons and multiplicities ... through heART. What a blessing. I give thanks that I can say, "Daddy, I have found the fullness of you because I am alive today at seventy-two, against all odds." Took me long enough to discover the ways to understand, detach, reconnect, forgive and turn your rocky legacy of naming and nicknaming into an art -- with practice. Dad, I think you would have loved this character Cordelia Camilia. Hover over the flower for a few thoughts.