They went to Corner’s Bay
where they had met
55 years ago in May
Their hair of gray
the moonlit rays
mirroring the heavens
and the starry skyways
Tight in his arms
at the end of the
They started talking
the night away
as the wine
light of day
But she had
things to say:
“it’s now, Love;
no longer far away”
“My Darling Wife
come this way”
He graced her
Both were dressed in their finest cloth and all other pending affairs no longer existed. Old, brittle bones slowly raised from the warm, delicious sands with sticks for assistance. Tired legs then walked towards matching beach chairs, as destiny persisted.
All the while, they advanced at a snail’s pace, giving each other courage with their loving embrace. They got to the half swallowed chairs on that cul de sac and laid back, each contending with a life’s worth of flashbacks. Both had a small bottle in hand as the salty mist on their lips aggravated the bitter/sweet moment.
They didn’t know what to expect, except for the fact that they were heading down a golden paved road.
On this road, they knew there was no pain, no suffering and no hungers to endure. On that road, it was never a cold winter, but always a warm summer. There, they’d never grow old or get sick.
They had promised this moment to one another 50 years earlier on that same bay, as their two children slept away. They vowed to take the walk together thru that golden archway, when either one could no longer stay. Neither one could bear to see the other walk alone…not then, not that day.
With words that would echo in the canyons of infinity, he starts:
“Are you ready my dear?”
A single river flowed down each of his big brown eyes…
Tenderly, she whispered:
“I love you, Sweetheart”
“Thank you for walking with me”
He replied with a smile:
“You know I can’t let you have all the fun alone”
20 minutes later, a single x-ray parachuted down from her embracing arms….
I immigrated to the states from Mexico at age 12 and I quickly fell in love with poetry after my grandfather read some of his poems to me. However, at 18, I had a young family and that left very little time for this endevour as I started working to support us. I returned to adult school to finish my diploma. At that time I developed a severe depression that I still struggle with to this day, but I found it to be a great source of inspiration as well. Today I live in Los Angeles and I'm divorced. I have two children I see whenever possible and two adult kids. Both my Grandfather and his brother are award winning poets and journalists, with one, (Bartolome Delgado DeLeon) having a street, library and a prestigious national poet award in his honor.
Most of my pieces come from personal experience and true to me. Sometimes my material is raw, other times murdeous, and yet other times romantic, but always me, 100% authentic guaranteed.