Peeking into my Garden

These poems are both simple and profound as is the life they reflect. Mrs. Constantino gives us a glimpse of that crucible where all souls are shaped: the family where all the drama begins and only ends with the final curtain. Her parents siblings Catholic school Wearing an ugly blue uniform with scratchy white collar husbands children grandchildren a beloved nephew gone too soon a baby lost and another gained friends foes dogs travels work youth sickness age and abiding faith are all here in hints and guesses prayers and reveries. Poets never tell the whole story. What is not said is often the deepest truth. As Mary writes Life is full yet life is small. She understands the mystery and the paradox that life is made of and that poetry tries to express.