(Part 4) <br /> <br />My Maria <br /> <br />You might think Maria was all work <br />No play…but no one worth writing about <br />Is one dimensional…and for every bone <br />In our body that bears weight, <br />There’s another for balance. <br /> <br />My favorite images… <br />Bright sunny spring day… <br />Open windows <br />Group gathering <br />circle of chairs inside the <br />International Institute of Hypnosis. <br />Maria and Coach walking by… <br />Maria yells at the group... <br />“You will now cluck like a chicken.” <br /> <br />Early morning… <br />sun not yet rising... <br />Picking up Maria from work <br />at a nationally famous hospital <br />In Santa Monica… <br />Maria singing in the halls <br />‘Don’t be Cruel’ <br />Coach chiding… <br />“People are sick and sleeping.” <br />Maria hangs her head <br />Presumably in shame… <br />Then flips up the collar of her smock… <br />Twists her foot and <br />grinds her pelvis ala Elvis <br />and belts… <br />“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog.” <br /> <br />Walking down the hall in <br />Labor and delivery… <br />Seeing Maria rocking a tiny infant… <br />Cradled in her arms <br />Miniature fingers gripping hers <br />She looked radiant... <br /> <br />His heart swelled… <br />An intense rush of love… <br />Coach wanted to marry this woman <br />and make her the mother of his children… <br /> <br />Seeing him Maria looks up and says… <br />“I think the little fu-ck-er just sh-it his pants.”<br /><br />Coach Roth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-part-4-my-maria/
