Comments on Life and Family with Poetry
by Bill McNulty
Debate, that should be the only route to take.
Agree or disagree, that’s your choice to make
Speak up and let us hear what you must share.
Passion in your voice and we will know you care.
Ideas, opinions, facts, may help us all understand
Maybe, just maybe, our own platform will expand
May there always be options for all to really explore.
Thinking of a voice silenced, you won’t hear any more.
by Bill McNulty
Love thy neighbor, kindness, help, do your part.
Why is it that some never have it in their heart.
How often have the words been said
How often have the words been read
For some the flames of hate so easily fanned
With hate in some that I can never understand
Communities that stand up to help always stand out
Time to step up and be heard, that’s what it is all about
Love and inclusion will conquer hate every single time.
Find something you need to help in this Monday rhyme.
by Bill McNulty
Today, Steve would have been 60 years old. His life taken almost 40 years ago. For me, writing has been therapy. So here goes.
Stephen was first born followed by Scott and Vikki. Often, I think there were sibling secrets that parents would never get. We could not be prouder of the adults Scott and Vikki have become. Much love to both of them and their families. Today, we think about Steve
I wrote this verse seven years ago with no name but it goes without saying it was with Steve in mind.
What Would He Have Been?
There are days or nights that we think of him in so many ways,
You know that you can’t go back and change the yesterdays.
A face on TV reminds you of him from long ago,
A picture that your memory will always know.
Favorite dishes that you know he loved to eat,
Nieces that you wonder how he would greet.
Baseball cards and what he would collect,
What kind of loving wife, would he select.
A dream of him, there will always be a tough pull,
For us, we accept a wonderful life that is almost full.
by Bill McNulty
Mad Hatter, “I’m late, I’m late
For a very important date”
On time, early, late, how will you score
Up early, meeting, dress and out the door.
Schedules, deadlines, in your mind or not at all
Phone rings, late, cause you must take the call.
Are you on time when there’s someone to meet.
Running late, adjust your watch, yep, you cheat.
For some being late will never be a crime
For others being early is being on time.
by Bill McNulty
For some people, that smile is never there.
You think that their personality needs repair.
They seem to look at everything upside down
Every time you look, the face shows a frown.
There is never a kind word for them to share.
They truly define the feeling; misery is in the air.
What would you give to look into that frowning mind.
I wonder what troubling answers that you would find.
I may wonder what would turn the frown around.
Those may be simple answers that are never found.
We can’t help but think for them it’s always a bad day.
Even if you want to help, at times, you must walk away.
by Bill McNulty
Let there always be a Shabbat welcome with a smiling face.
When there’s a sad face, hug them with a warm embrace.
Watching the faces entering through the temple doors.
Those warm faces of community that defines it as yours.
A happy face, often with a joyous mitzvah to celebrate.
The wonder is a child’s face that Shabbat can often create.
A lost face that you want to sit with and offer comfort.
Know those lost faces will always need your support.
A face with eyes closed, lost in silent prayer.
A face showing worry for those in their care.
A peaceful and serene look on every face, we pray.
We end Shabbat, remembering faces of yesterday.