Waiting On The Finalization

Living out of bags and boxes

Because I tore apart that

Which no one was supposed to.

Home, but not a home

Because my daughters are

Beneath my old roof with their mother.

Took a handle on my misery

And what was left of my life,

Then took a leap of faith.

Moved out, moved on,

Not too far away, but far enough.

Started smoking cigarettes again,

Fell out of my routine and into the blues.

At least I'm not drowning my sorrows

In a bottle, that would really suck!

Trying to get back into a groove,

Focusing on being a father, a son, a brother.

Praying, hoping, and waiting.

Just want to get the ink dry on the document

So I can get on with the recovery and the healing

And the rest of our lives.

To My Beloved

I love you.
I love you more today
Than I did yesterday.
I'm still falling in love with you.
I love you.

The Almost Perfect Spoon

Little brown spoon

From a pack of MRE's,

With a long slender handle and

Narrow bowel to get

Down deep into the pouch.

Not big enough to ladle or serve

But just the right size to stir my

Instant coffee and eat my meal.

I'm tired and I'm hungry and

My best friend in the whole world

Right now is a little brown spoon

From a pack or MRE's - almost perfect.

A Family Reunion

Hello stranger, sure

Is good to see you again.

As you see, we're all still here,

Enterraro y esperando paciente.


Your grandma and grandpa together over there

Y tu otro grandpa over here.

Padrinos y padrinas, compadres y comadres,

Estamos juntos within a short walk of each other.


Ya'll sure look nice all dressed up,

Service was real apropriado too.

Everyone was all respectful and getting along.

That sure was the sight to see!


Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

You live your life and then you join us.

Young and old y todos inbetween,

In the blink of an eye, no importa.


Tu gente, familia y friends,

Will each end up here - eventually.

So long and see you around

At the next family reunion.