My Maria, my Aria: A poem 

I know that my Maria 

is my most cherished Aria 

She has an everlasting career 

as Mother of God, so dear 

You may never reckon 

that her lowly son 

is an omnipotent many billion 

from whence creation begun  

And she is all creation’s womb 

Her son is always in another room! 

Jack comes early, but not too soon 

And now he thinks it’s time for noon 

She is all too immaculate a flower 

Even at every unearthly hour 

Life can be short, but destiny is never shortened 

It may finish, but there is no end!