My Family Stories

 "A Day on the Lake with Uncle Roy" Upon the waves of Powell's azure sea, Uncle Roy sat, bold laughter in the breeze, His playful spirit brought us to our knees, With memories made, our hearts forever free. With squirt guns drawn, he'd tease the girls with glee, Their laughter rang, a joyful melody, In painted nails, we found our revelry, Adventure spun, with every wave's decree. “Slow down!” he'd shout as I pushed forth the speed, His grip upon the bar, a steadfast hold. A moment’s pause revealed his tales retold. Yet when the waters roared, he’d laugh, indeed. Each trip we took, adventures brightly spun, In every wave, a cherished life begun.

"A Never Fading Light" A gentle soul who faced each daunting fight, Through trials deep, she stood with steadfast grace, Her heart a beacon in life’s endless race, In every shadow, she brought forth her light. In the halls at work, she built her lasting name, Where work and love entwined, a cherished blend, With Craig, she found that one true friend. Their paths together, never quite the same. Each mountain road they traveled, hand in hand, Through deserts vast, and lakes where trout would gleam, Their love, a tapestry of joy and dream, In nature’s peace, their bond would firmly stand. Now as she rests, her spirit takes its flight, In hearts she lives, a never-fading light. ---

"In Ancestral Footsteps, Faith Must Stand" I ask, how can I build the faith they knew, The strength to face what life demands of me? In trials deep, can I, like them, still be As steadfast, pure, and hold their vision true? He stayed behind to guard the sacred stone, While saints had fled, he watched the temple’s light. Yet when they asked if he would stand alone, He faced the mob and would not yield to fright. Three times they tried to break his spirit’s will, With stubborn faith, he ventured far and wide. He traveled far, his family to provide, And built with hands what only God could fill. So may my faith, though humble it may start, Grow strong enough to match his mighty heart. "Legacy in Stone" In arches grand where visions touch the sky  With steadfast hands, he shaped the stone and clay, His dreams, like beams, in light's embrace would play,  An architect whose heart could never die. In Utah's fields, his genius found its way, ...

"Bouncing into my Heart" In your back yard where soft green grasses lay, A rabbit hopped with grace beneath the sun, Its tiny paws would dance in morning’s ray, A gentle heart, whose journey now is done. Beside the tortoise, calm and wise of shell, The rabbit brought a joy that brightly shined, With bounding leaps and stories it would tell, A friend who left warm memories behind. Now in the hearts it touched, it finds its rest, A spirit free, like winds that softly sweep. Though gone from sight, it lives within the chest, In cherished dreams where love and memories keep. So let us hold that joy, both calm and bright, A bond of love that never fades from sight. "For Mr. Banks, our friend in fur" A young dog, we loved our golden doodle dear, With curls that bounced like joy upon the ground, In every leap and bound, his love was found, A spirit bright, forever full of cheer. He'd walk with me, so faithful, always near, His furry hugs to Dad ...

  "Sentado en su banco" ( un calaverita literaria) Lolo, el abuelito fiel, Sentado en su rincón, Con el sol como bastón, Con periódico de papel. La Catrina lo miró, Desde lejos con un espejo, "Lolo, ven, ya eres muy viejo" "Y la tarde se acabó." Pero Lolo en su manera, Con su camisa brillante, Le respondió al instante, "Aún no, que yo no soy cualquiera." La Catrina suspiró, Y en la sombra se quedó, Lolo en su banco que tanto amó, Y en paz al fin descansó. Ahora en el más allá, Lolo sigue en su banquita, Con su papel nunca se quita, Con el sol de la eternidad. "Gariboleadas" "Elegancia con Camisas de Color" Bajo el sol, con camisas de colores, Mi abuelo siempre se alzaba orgulloso. Floreado de estampado poderoso, Cada hilo era un gesto de sus amores. Su carácter fuerte, pero con nosotros Siempre amable, sin gritar. Con ternura, de mi madre sin evitar, Regalaba camisetas, mas que cualquier otro. Un día, en la playa se quedó perd...

 La Amiguera de la Catrina En la esquina del panteón, la Catrina se paseaba, buscando una fiesta alegre, donde el alma se alegraba. De repente oyó risas, y un aroma delicioso, eran enchiladas suizas, con un toque muy sabroso. Era la Tia Vicky, muy querida, que sus fiestas organizaba, Con invitaciones a todos, aun a la Catrina la invitaba. “No te lleves a mis amigos, mejor ven a disfrutar, que en mi fiesta no hay tristeza, solo ganas de bailar.” La Catrina sorprendida de encontrar esta persona, “Vicky, tú sí que sabes de ser la mejor anfitriona. Hoy te dejo en tu festín, con tus amigas a reír, pero cuídate, querida, que algun día he de venir.” Vicky rió con descaro, y la fiesta continuó, con canciones y guirnaldas, la muerte se espantó. Y aunque un día ha de marchar, en su fiesta quedará, el recuerdo de su risa, que ni la muerte callará.

 "Un Día en Tu Honor" En Cocula, nació tu dulce esencia, donde el sol besa el cielo en su esplendor, y en tu hogar, en la mesa, tu labor es servir con amor y con paciencia. Tus manos dan al mundo su presencia, cocinando con fuego y con fervor, y antes de probar bocado o sabor, te entregas, sin reserva ni diferencia. Tu espíritu es tan fuerte como el día, Que alumbras nuestras vidas sin cesar, Hoy brindamos por ti, sin reposar, Celebrando tu giracíon solar en armonía. Que sigas todas las dias en tu majestad Y que Dios te llena siempre de paz y amistad. Agosto 2024 Calaverita de la famosa Maripopis  Podría decirme quien es primera. Se mueve más que cualquiera. La mujer vestida tan guapa. Mírala luciendo con su capa. Su paseo en forma de escoba. Llegando a su alcoba. Cansada de la jornada Se acostaba en mero madrugada. En su bolsa hay de muchas pinturas. Por allí escondia todos sus travesuras. Sacando sus brochas de maquillaje, Para ponerse bella antes de...

 "El Negrito, Primo Alegre y Singular" Recuerdo su sonrisa y su fulgor, su espíritu de fiesta, siempre lleno, con cada trago celebró lo bueno, su risa nos contagiaba sin ningun rencor. En Veracruz, sin ropa de nadar, dijo “en calzones, que nadie es ajeno," mas el mar, burlón, le robó su freno, y sin calzones tuvo que marchar. Pasando por Corona en la gran ciudad, “Bajar las ventanillas,” nos decía, "¡Respirar cerveza gratis!", mientras el conducía En la diversión se encontró su felicidad. En cada momento nos dejaba su teoría, enseñando a reír con su alegría. "En Su Risa, la Vida" El Negrito, rey de la diversión, Siempre dispuesto a dar su corazón, Con risas y anécdotas en canción, Su vida fue un festín de emoción. A las mujeres todas él encantaba, Altas, bajitas, todas lo adoraban, Cantando a Vicente, con trago en mano, Bailaba y reía, libre y cercano. Al mar nos llevó en su travesura, Sin calzones, su risa en la brisa pura, De...

  Poetry about the life of Great Grandpa David S Moss  A Cousin Legacy In Nineteen Hundred and Nine they saddled to ride, David and Elmer, in the dawn's soft light, With hope they staked their squatter's claim by right. To Rockland's fields, their futures to provide. In '11, with a wagon fully packed, They ventured forth with farm and household ware, Clearing the sage to plant their crop with care. Each built a log house where their dreams were stacked. Six oxen strong they drove, the sage to clear, With Henry, Ray, and Roy they drilled a well, Their dreams took root while rugged lands compel, Through drought and storm, they battled without fear. In war, the call to serve was set aside, For David's fields of wheat, his country’s pride. Further poems still in process In '13, to Nina he was wed with grace, A two-room home their love began to bloom. Soon crops did fail; they sought to escape the gloom Found irrigated lands, a greener place. From '17 on, he taug...