“42”

Life is a lot like baseball.

Growing up is basically like being in the minor leagues.

That is where you learn how to play the game.

That is where you learn the basic rules.

That is where you sharpen your skills.

It is where special bonds are created and formed.

By the time you reach the age of adulthood,

You are expected to perform at your best,

Because now, you are in the major leagues.

From here, you will either rise to be a star,

Or fall hard like a foul ball into the right field stands.

This will be my 42nd season,

And I must admit, I have enjoyed every last minute of it.

Nothing in life will ever be perfect,

But nothing says we can’t have fun and live each day to our best ability.

So here’s to another amazing season, cheers!!

 

©Mauricio Rincon       ®Skeletal Abstract        2019

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“Seven”

Where do I start?

Where do I begin?

Here we go,

Is everybody in?

It all started one fateful day,

I had just begun my shift

And there she was making her way.

While she walked up to me

I noticed that she was not alone.

As she tried to introduce herself

I had to run off to go answer the phone.

It was the supervisor whom had called

And he had explained her task,

She was so beautiful and angelic

Her name I just had to ask…

Fast forward three years,

And she’s the bestest friend I’ve ever had.

A clumsy lover but a great listener,

All in all, she wasn’t half bad.

But then there was this issue of little white lies…

That alone wasn’t a deal breaker,

Forcing her to be honest?

Her own dad couldn’t even make her.

But I wasn’t an angel, I played my part as well.

Fast forward to our fifth year, there’s more I have to tell.

I’ll admit, it took a lot of hard work, but we made it this far.

And to show for it, on my heart I sport a very big scar.

It’s a trip, but this is a new record for me,

With all my experience,

Communication has always been the key.

Now here we are, bottom of the 6th inning.

Year number seven, so why does it feel like we’re back at the beginning?

Family should always come first,

We can all agree.

But when that family brings you down, and sucks out your life?

Nah, that’s not the life for me.

Here in this chapter is the part where we can agree to disagree.

I stood by her side and gave her balance and support,

But she always chose them over me I must sadly report.

And then one day out of the blue the texts and calls just stopped…

The bubble I was living in popped.

I’m at a point where I don’t know what to do anymore?

Is it game over? What was the final score?

© 2018 Mauricio Rincon

“Wind Factor #3”

As the wind races over
The contours of my body,
My ears freeze up as if
Being embalmed with nitrogen.

The wind is running rampant,
But, has no real destiny.
It lives to caress me like
An eager, excited lover.

The wind gives me the kind of chills that could break
The thickest of frost riddled ponds.
Ice begins to glaze across my neck,
Giving me brainfreeze like
After eating a slushee.

A raven swoops by and croaks out
What sounds like a mating call.
Another smaller raven gives chase
As they rendezvous with a third raven up into the clouds.

The wind begins to pick up its’ momentum.
Where in the hell is this damned bus?
I’m about to turn into an ice cube out here.
Wait, here it comes…

Excuse me while I put my pen on ice.

 

© Mauricio Rincon 1994

“New Year”

Another year comes to a close…

As old man winter tickles your nose.

For me, today is just another regular day,

A humble type of guy, going about my way.

Be safe and don’t put yourselves at risk…

Don’t give these cops a reason to frisk…

Have a good time, as if it was your last,

Take a moment to reflect on your past.

God gives, and God takes.

Be mindful of the choices you make.

Tomorrow begins a brand new year,

What good is being alive, if we just live in fear?

© Mauricio Rincon 2018

“Savanah”

Look at those brown, wide and curious eyes.

Look at that intense smile.

It’s hard to believe you’re seven months now.

I can still remember that sticky, purple, gooey, little baby girl they pulled out of your mother.

It was a blessing from God.

The most magnificent moment I ever had the honor of witnessing first hand.

A part of me being reincarnated into your very own flesh, bones, and soul.

(Also known as DNA)

When the doctor handed you over to me, you opened your eyes for the first time and took one glimpse of me, and smiled.

Then you closed your eyes, and fell asleep in my arms.

Being born on Friday the 13th was even extra special for us.

That was the day we took your mom in for a check-up and realized that your fluids were so low, your mom had to be rushed to go give birth to you that very moment.

Otherwise, had I not taken your mom to her appointment that day, we could have lost you, precious little one.

Hija, yo se que solo tienes siete meses, pero yo se que tu vas hacer la que mas me va romper mi corazon.

Digo eso, por que yo se que a los padres siempre les llegan los castigos de Dios por camino de los hijos.

Y por esa razon te voy a dar todo respeto y amor sin finito.

Todo lo que tu vayas a necesitar, quero que cuentes con migo en dar te lo.

Eres mi princessa.

Tu madre siempre sera tu reina, y yo siempre sera tu rey.

The day that you were born, God smiled down upon us, and gave us the light of birth.

I will always love you, my little Savanah.

© Mauricio Rincon 2002

“My Little Angel (Mi Angelita)”

daddy’s little girl.

look at you, all grown up.

(ok, ok, you’re still only four years old)

but, i can still remember when i would

hold you in my arms and feed you

your little baby formula.

you would look up at me, and smile.

then you would hold onto my

pinky-finger while going to sleep.

i guess you wanted to make sure

daddy was still there.

when I married your mom,

it was actually you that had me wrapped

around your tiny little finger…

mija, que linda eres.

que nunca olvides que tu papi

te ama con todo su corazon.

siempre estare aqui para todo lo que

tu necesites en tu vida.

mira que grande estas.

mi angelita.

© Mauricio Rincon 2006