Category: Poetry

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

Ricardo was born an innocent Down syndrome child in the 50s, With an ever present smile, and a sweet personality. He had his own language in which he would speak, Giving you your own special name that only he could bestow, Making him so special, and even more unique. Ricardo was unspoiled from the world’s… Continue reading Our Dear Cousin Ricardo

The first born from Letty & Jess Would tell you flat out That family is everything. Of course, we would not expect anything less From their daughter named Guadalupe. Born on the 11th of December & named after the Blessed Virgin, She was the first born of five siblings, Lupe, as she is called, is… Continue reading My Sister in Law, Guadalupe

I opened my eyes at 68, groggy but feeling good. Waking up with remnants of a dream of my sweet Mom, The good times Terry and I have had with her along the way, Thanking God for giving me another day. Waking up fully now, All kinds of things going through my head, Is this… Continue reading I Woke Up At 68 This Morning

José Efraín was my dear Mom’s uncle, my dear Grandpa Francisco’s brother. A World War II Veteran, a modest, quiet man, Who spoke a little about being in Iwo Jima and the war, But never discussed much more, I found out later, many medals he wore. José was a sharpshooter in the famous 147th “Lost… Continue reading José Efraín Elizondo

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’s Life