Mutterings and Musings
I see an Old Man in the mirror in the morning. His skin is wrinkled, and loose; his hair is thinning, and grey, But there is young man inside me telling him to go away. But at the moment, the young man wins, for he is still the stronger of the two And goes out… Continue reading Don’t Let the Old Man Out
I have a nephew named Matthew, Who I’ve known since he was born. Always an optimist, and always with a smile on his face, Reminds me of his Granddad, with the same attitude; Who’s grown up to be a righteous man that no one can replace. Now this Son of my brother Found his true… Continue reading Matthew
Mom, does it seem that long ago When we were all young? When life was not complicated, and much loved flowed In that little house on 38 Street, When my brothers and I always shared laughter and all kinds of noise, and life was always sweet? Do you recall the greatest of times when we… Continue reading Missing Mom on this Mother’s Day
I have now known you nearly all of my life. You have been my refuge from life’s storms, My salvation, my love, my wife. Yet with every passing year together, I feel we grow closer still. Now you know the road we’ve traveled; It has sometimes been long and steep. Yet we have had a… Continue reading My Dearest, My Wife
Remembering Christmas from long ago The house still looks the same from the outside on 38th Street But inside the tree was up, with Frank, Bill, and me still with little feet, Eddie was still a baby on the floor, But inside the sound of kids playing, laughing, four boys Playing with their new toys.… Continue reading Christmas Memories Old and New
In his youth, he was never shy and quite witty, Adrian always had a big smile on his face That no one could ever erase, For he was always the “happy go lucky one” as you’d say, Always a fun time with him for sure, and much love was in him I must convey. I… Continue reading My Cousin Adrian
He overcame a disability as a young sprout, Never letting polio get in his way. That he was the strong-willed one, there was no doubt. The third of four sons complete, When we all lived in a little house on 38th Street. Overcoming a disability and adversity at an early age Probably laid the cornerstone… Continue reading My Brother Bill & the Rest of The Story
Wondering how much you have left in this life, You’re told not to move, for clear pictures my Urologist wants, So you try to be brave, and act all nonchalant, To see clearer stuff than blood work for prostate can ever tell, Could it possibly be the dreaded cancer word nightmare, How many times have… Continue reading Thoughts In the MRI Tube
This is dedicated to my old friend Sam Rocha, Holy Cross Class of ‘69 Sammy, you lived up the street on Willie Drive when my brothers and I lived on 38th. We were together in the Cub Scouts and I remember our motto to be the best. You were in the class before me… Continue reading Sammy, Oh Sammy, Oh Where Have You Gone
Fifty years ago today, In a beautiful church in South Texas, I walked down the isle and said “I do” to a woman. For on that day, I married the love of my life, my wife. That woman that would define my purpose of living, and would give me life’s sweetest bouquet. Now she’s… Continue reading 50 Years Ago