A Remembrance of Eugene Martinez by Jose Eduardo Najera de Ledesma

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remember November

And the day, and the cold fog clinging to my cheeks.

was the day the black cars were waiting

With their headlights glowing,

day the people were treading slowly

From the white and silent chapel.

Eugene came.

He was emerging into the vague light of the fog,

Floating silently in his bed of flowers,

beyond danger,

pain and memory,

the sounds of his mother weeping.

remember that day,

And the slow moving headlights gliding past my

And the cold damp air dripping

my collar.

followed quietly.

was no sound save the crunch

Of gravel as I stepped, no sight but the white light

Of the covered sun.

could not see his new home.

was no sight of the priest

Hypnotized in prayer,

sight of the mother pleading for a second chance.


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About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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