It is when the
morning
of that day shows
that i
realise lonely i shall
be
It is when he says
take
care my son and she
says i love you son
that i
realise what is life
without them
It is when she looks
at
me & say 'I LOVE
YOU'
that i realise 'I LOVE
HER MOR
El Varón, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
Car____li_____tos
“I want that,” he says to everything he sees
Car____li_____tos
“Where is Ca?”
“I love you Ca”
Ca, short for Carlos
O…el nene de mami
Varón, who cries when something goes wrong
Varón, who does not like dirt on himself
Varón, who strips down when at home
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
El nene de Ca
Talks a lot o hasta por los codos
Runs around the house playing with:
Self
Others and imaginary friends
Carlitos
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
Car____li_____tos
Varón
Nene de Ca
Strips down
Talks a lot
Runs around the house
Tireless
Energy runs through
Energetic is he
I sit and smile
Amaze
Carlitos
I know a little boy named Kenny Bo
and he just turned 2 years old
and he knows I love him so Kenny Bo
He laughs for his Mama and makes funny looks
he likes to tear up her True Love books
But she's never mad because she knows
that's our son Kenny Bo
Now there's pride in money a millionnaire
there's pride in growing a beard and having long hair
there's pride in being a soldier and carrying a gun
but there's no pride like having a son
Now he'll grow up and take a wife
he'll make her life a paradise
I only hope he understands why I had to go
I'll always love my son Kenny Bo
Written for my baby son in 1986.
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
The folks ‘round here don’t go for him
But who cares what they like
Dad’s earring dangles in the wind
And sparkles in the breeze
It tangles in his hair sometimes
As it flies back and tickles me
Dad’s tattoo is blue and black
And printed across his chest
It’s an eagle with some letters
That spell the motorcycle he likes best
Sometimes his walk shows a little limp
Mixed with his fighters bounce
But he’ll always be there for me
Especially when it counts
His Christian name is Kenneth
But they call him Kenny Bo
And it’s me and him against the world
No matter where we go
Who cares about the “citizen’s”
Who cares what they might like
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
It’s him and me against the world,
No matter what they say
And I’ll wear an earring, ride a Harley
And have a son too some day
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My favorite things:
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-Mint chocolate chip icecream
-Kind words from a kindred spirit
-Worshipping Jesus
-Reading The Holy Scriptures
-Family time
-Watching my son playing in the floor
-Watching my husband playing in the floor with my son and doggie
-The sound of a brook flowing
-Sounds of nature
-Quiet and peace
-Lamb chops, peas and fresh corn(homemade biscuits and cornbread)
-Poetry
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Where did I go wrong?
Some would say I didn't -
Bowling, baseball, football
and cub scouts -
I was there for every minute.
Some days I agree it was nothing I did,
But that just muffles my true feelings
and keeps them hid.
What should I have done differently
to keep my son from going astray?
If I could only go back, maybe things
would end up another way?
Of course there's no going back.
So here I am stuck, nothing I can do
to change my luck.
I can't make things better.
It's all out of my control.
Only my son can change
what's in his soul.
Will he turn his life around
and head in the opposite direction?
Or will he continue doing wrong,
trying to avoid detection?
I'm tired of the aches
of the heart and the head,
Wondering when my son
will end up dead.
Drug deal gone bad,
a bullet to the heart;
That's not the way I want us to part.
I try to avoid these thoughts,
but they're stuck in my mind
They make me feel like I'm doing time
There is no escape,
I can't make them go away
We said our goodbyes
Promising not to stay too long
My son settling in
The roads to the beach
Straight and empty
That winter’s night
The Doors were on tape
Morrison's deep voice
Chanting
“Riders on the Storm…
Into this world we’re thrown…”
Dashboard burnishing dull green
My son
Arranging action figures
Asking questions
As only a ten year old could
While I drove
Following the moon
Chasing the stars
Peering ahead
Into the darkness
Wondering what he would be like
When he grew up.
Foolishly, I believed there
Would be more nights
And more times to ride together
Only to carelessly
Let them slip away.
Years later
We were together again
My son driving
On the straight and empty roads
Pursuing his own dreams
We were just like two guys
Following the shoreline
Talking
Sharing
Searching for a piece of the moon.
On a night so cold
We have heard the Angel's on high
A Christmas concert memory
Our Ride home not yet complete
My Son so precious
Beaming through a frosted window
Out of his babe mouth......
"Why is there a Light up there?"(on a pole)
My mind on the road ahead
Not giving a thorough process
the words from my mouth....
"Why to show where the pole is"
My son so sweet
Looking with innocent eyes
Continued his words with.....
"Why is the pole there?"
My brain still focused on driving
Not following the last request
my words flowed from the storage
"Why to hold up the light"
My son so tender, quiet for an hour
Then laughed out loud......
"Does God hold us up?"(as the pole)
"While we Shine to show where he is?"
Truth!!!!!
Athena Charlotte
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