Writtn from sketches made while standing n front of the little white Catholic church on Doc Lap Street, Tourane, Quang Ngai, Viet Nam, 1967, watching soldiers, nuns, and Saffron-robbed priests look at each other.
Written long ago when Daphne invited me to a party and where I found every man ogling at her. I could not put up with all I was watching and wrote these few lines and passed them on to her. She read it and smiled at me and responded in a way that very few women would have done -- she came and sat next to me and after some time we went away in her car for a long drive. She knew how I was feeling deep inside and was proving in her own unique way that nobody else mattered to her more than me. May God Almighty bless her...forever...Aameen/Amen!
The idea for this poem came from a phonecall one evening when I had really reached the end of my proverbial rope. A good friend called during a weepy time for me and verbally let me cry on his shoulder. Very gently he allowed me to regain my balance. The poem was born that night.
