Holiday Dedication Poems

Crisda Rodriguez
My fleet of cars included high end wheels
Now I drive them not.
Helped by someone to wheel me around
Driving is now forgot.
Wardrobe full of designer...

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In these uncertain times seemingly
ever harder to predict and navigate

what on earth we are about to be hit 
with or be faced to deal with...

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"There's no normal. There's just life".  Doc Holiday, Tombstone.

Just yesterday, referring to a patch of hard times that he was    ...

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Ave Maria

I hear the cries, the ties that bind.
I recall it all when Easter comes.
His suffering upon the cross our
Great and humble loss endured for...

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God, thank all the earth angels,
Teaching me to once again walk.
Days ago, I grimaced and balked.
No, not yet dancing nor wearing 
belly dancing spangles.

Yesterday, it...

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Someone special died because you drink and drive

Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Filial Child 

Halfway to heaven, 
so thrilled to be saved.
My life, 
changed forever.
Filled with your spirit,
wrestles to serve. 

On fire…
in the night,
running through the streets,...

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Daily Lives

Quietly I walk into the room. 
You have been asleep for hours. 
You got home late, 
not for the first time,
not the last. 
Days...

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Not a Rat

If I had a cat, 
but I don't and won't, 
but I might still. 

If I had a cat...
I might, take flight, 
from...

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A Limp and Aspirins

I sit at the edge of the bed, 
my hip hurts, 
my back aches, 
and my legs are on fire. 
Not for...

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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When Is

The answer to the question, 
unasked…
as I had no idea
it was presented.
People look on. 
Watchful.
Judgmental.
Estranged and naive.

You are friendly. 
You laugh. 
You are happy....

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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Unseen Needs

The angel watched the woman, 
filling up her purse, with leftovers…
usually thrown out at the end of 
the gathering. 
She was careful to make...

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