Bob's Blog

Thinking back today after thirty-six years, the day was a Sunday.
Her labor had started on Friday night, very much to our dismay,
For She was only in her seventh month of term.
And it was much too early for our Son to be born.

I can still recall that El Paso night we went in,
It was clear and cool, and there was something in the wind.
As a young man of twenty-one, were my hopes and fears but a whim?
How would I best provide and care for him?

The miracle that occurred after two days of labor, was that he was born alive that day.
Two months a “preemie”, however we were so proud and very blessed,
Even though the doctors said his survival was a long shot at best.
That he would survive, and live to be okay, we prayed, for surely that would be our quest.

By now you know that the Man upstairs answered our prayers that day.
Thinking back on it now, it was more like a sweet fragrant bouquet when we finally saw his little face.
For we never could we have imagined thirty-six years ago,
That our  Son would change our lives forever that day, enriching it so in such a great, big way!

Robert Collazo, 9/30/09.  Happy Birthday, Son!  We love you…

Seems like only yesterday; well, maybe not.
But looking back, Javier reminded me that it was a long time ago
When he and I both worked in that chicken plant in a USDA spot.
The seventies had not ended, and the twin towers were still a jewel.
Yes, we worked hard; but times were simple and very cool.

In what now seems to be a long ago time ago, we were young, foolish, & just trying to get ahead.
Both of us thought we knew what we wanted at the time.
To get out of that noise and grime in that place we did dread.
We both hoped to get promoted, to build a successful career & up the ladder we hoped to climb,
I wasn’t quite sure of what the future held, but knew if I stayed in that plant, I’d soon be brain dead.

Looking back, I think
Realize now that I should have taken more time to listen to God’s Master Plan.
Where back then, all we thought about was making overtime and how much beer we could drink.
But was that really the measure of a man?
I don’t believe, but did not know it at the time.

I thank you now, my friend, for telling me to stay with it when I wanted to quit, to keep plugging away & that it would soon be alright,
You knew we had to figure it out ourselves,
What the Man upstairs already knew.
That his measure, his legacy, his worth, is much more than what we thought of back then in that long-ago time.
It’s very good that my long-time friend would remind me of this, and of what we both pursued that is now so sublime.

Robert Collazo, 9/18/09.  sublime = inspiring