Mutterings and Musings
His name is José, named after his dear Dad. But everyone knows him as Joe, Ever since he was just a lad. He went in the Navy early in life, To see God’s wonder in life’s early launchpad. Now Joe is an artist who loves working with his hands, A sculptor, who most folks don’t… Continue reading My Cousin Joe
He was born and raised in Brooklyn, I can still hear him clearly In his native tongue and accent so true, The good friend in Richie that we all knew. Now Richie, an employee for the USDA, a protector of food, His manner quite loud and quite brash, But never bragged, would do his job… Continue reading Richie, Oh Richie!
From the deep crevices and backyard of my mind I am remembering much laughter and joy combined Coming from that small back room of the house on 38th street. Gatherings with Mom, Dad, young brothers, cousins, aunts & uncles were sweet, We didn’t know it then but they were blessings and we felt most complete.… Continue reading Rambling Early Memories
It started last week When a heart scan showed too high a score. Now my brother, the heart doctor, has me carefully sitting down on the couch, No physical activity, just looking pretty, so not the heart to wreak, To await further tests next week. Now my dear old Dad would always say, … Continue reading A More Personal Note
I wish we could talk one more time, Dad. You leaving was devastating, and don’t really know how I got through. Since that day you left, it’s like I’ve been in a fog; A mist that just rolled in, swallowing everything in its path to conceal Blurring my eyes, as if nothing seems real.… Continue reading A Letter to My Dad and Mom
The baby of the family, she was the sixth child born To Ernesto and Maria del Carmen, Mary, as she was named, had a heart of gold, The sweetest, kindest human being tenfold. An auditor by trade, Mary was all about family to the nth degree. A loving wife and mother beyond… Continue reading Cousin Mary
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 my 3 brothers & I, Mom & Dad, and Grandma all lived in a little house on 38th Street. Overcoming a disability and… Continue reading My Brother Bill
The following was written by ARMANDO X. Lopez Poetry From The Pandemic #127 July 24, 2020-Galactic Frontera and the World #poetryfromthepandemic#galacticfrontera Eyes Of The Tigers (And Future Longhorns) For Roberto Elizondo The last time I saw Roberto I put this photo in his hand. Today I put that same photo in his wife’s hand. It… Continue reading Memories of Robert Elizondo by Armando X. Lopez
Ralph was born in Carrizo Springs,Texas, on a hot summer day, But moved and raised in Crystal City. I know him well enough now that he must have been a kind, & gentle soul even back then. Never knew his Dad but certainly his dear Mom raised him right, But he did not know then… Continue reading Our Ralphie
Some of my earliest memories when around five or six, When we moved to San Antonio staying at Ramon & Mary Rosales’s home, Where much love, food and laughter flowed. For you see, Ramon & Mary’s Grandma, Asuncion, was my Grandpa Gerardo Collazo’s sister, So we were, and still are,… Continue reading The Rosales Branch of the Collazo Family