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Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

This morning I thought of the Son I never had.
Today he would have been Fifty.
My son might have changed the world.
 
It would have been a better world
if my son had been born.
He may have been our President today.
 
It was fifty years ago
that at twenty-one
that my childhood bride
wanted to start a family.
 
It had only been a year
that I had been honorably discharged
from serving four years of military service.
 
It was a hard financial year for us both.
We were finally getting on our feet
with a new home and good jobs.
I told my child bride I wanted to wait. 
  
It was a month later
that she filed for a divorce.
It left me a shattered man
for a very long time.
 
There is no man
that lives a life
without some regrets.
 
Those regrets
seem to come
more often
lately.
 
 
 
 

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"I miss my home of McKinney, Texas."  A poem by John J. Rigo

“I miss my home of McKinney, Texas.” A poem by John J. Rigo

It was a bitter bullet to my heart.
I miss McKinney, Texas.
It was my home for over 44 years.
I miss my home.
 
It was the dream home of a slum kid
born and raised in the jungles of New York City.
It was a dream fulfilled.
Its sweeping views.
Vast expanses of hardwood floors.
 
Its main jewel
A sparkling huge pool of diamonds.
A view that greeted me each morning
from my bedroom window
amidst a majestic view of sky
upon a golf course.
 
I miss my home of thirteen years.
It seems like a dream now
as I sit among these many acres
on a farm
in the middle of nowhere.
 
I miss the dozens of hand waves
from passing cars
as I mowed my lawn.
I miss the gal who ran by my home
each morning with a bright smile
and a kind word.
 
Now before me
lies an FM Road
with old beaten pick-up trucks
driving too fast.
Throwing their trash
before our gate.
 
I miss my home of
McKinney, Texas.
Loneliness is a bitter bullet.

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Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

The Master‘s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

					

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Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

The Master‘s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

					

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Courtesy of kelihasablog.wordpress.com

Courtesy of kelihasablog.wordpress.com

The Seventy-First Valentine holiday of my life has passed.
Reaching this place in life gives one much to contemplate.
One becomes greatly aware that death is close to one’s door.
It is a time in my own life to review what has always been important to me.
 
This past Valentines’ day was especially lonely for me.
My closest friends of many years ago
are long death.
There is a loneliness in me that will not go away.
 
I recall fourteen years of my life.
It was a time of a former marriage.
I became overnight the step-father to three children
that no one else really wanted.
 
From age twenty-eight to forty-two
I worked very hard to support those children.
Two boys and a girl at ages six, eight and nine
when I married their mother.
 
Within a year of my marriage
I realized I had made a mistake.
I married the wrong woman.
My only thought was
“Who would care for these children?”
 
The eight and nine-year old were abandoned by their Father
when they were just babies. 
There was never any child support for any of them. 
I could not walk away from caring for them.
 
It was fourteen years later from the date
that I married their mother that I sought a divorce.
The boy and girl I took thru five and four years of college respectfully.
The girl who was the oldest was the “apple of my eye.”
She has been long death now.
Killed by a hit-and-run driver where she was a professor
on a college campus.
 
I have never hear from the two boys again.
As I look back at that time in my life
I do not ever recall having any of those three children
throwing their arms around my neck and simply telling me
Daddy, I Love You.” 
 
As I now think about my life
there have been many in my life
that I thought
maybe they loved me
but I never remember hearing those words
in quite that way.
 
As a sunset will come upon another Valentine Day
I now feel as I look over my life
of what in life
are the most important words of life
I now believe the three most important words in life are:
“I Love You.”
 
 
 
 

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Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

This morning I thought of the Son I never had.
Today he would have been Fifty.
My son might have changed the world.
 
It would have been a better world
if my son had been born.
He may have been our President today.
 
It was fifty years ago
that at twenty-one
that my childhood bride
wanted to start a family.
 
It had only been a year
that I had been honorably discharged
from serving four years of military service.
 
It was a hard financial year for us both.
We were finally getting on our feet
with a new home and good jobs.
I told my child bride I wanted to wait. 
  
It was a month later
that she filed for a divorce.
It left me a shattered man
for a very long time.
 
There is no man
that lives a life
without some regrets.
 
Those regrets
seem to come
more often
lately.
 
 
 
 

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New addition to Silver Star Winery of Texas.  Her name is "Pumpkin"

New addition to Silver Star Winery of Texas. Her name is “Pumpkin”

Her name is “Pumpkin.”  Note her color where the name comes from.  She is very bonded to “Violet.”  She is a “Brangus” calf.

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