Symphony Love
The conductor had energy raging from his entire body.
Each section playing its own notes to make a symphonic sound.
I wondered what the life of a musician would be
as I sat and listened and wished I could be up there.
But life has its own rules and leads us to fates unknown.
I could hear the horns playing some of my favorite notes,
Reminding me of the days my son would come home and practice;
Opening my memories to his graduation, such a wonderful day in our lives.
I always like the way each section would start and end at precisely the same moment.
Such discipline to be able to work as a whole, yet all using different instruments.
I had brought my daughter with me.
I turned to look at her and she smiled in appreciation.
I knew she truly appreciated this night.
I felt blessed that we could share this together.
As the next piece began, I closed my eyes
to let the symphonic sounds enter my soul, to remember this moment.
I closed my eyes and smiled, yes, I love the symphony.
-Antonia Murguia
The older I get,
I can feel the love of the earth.
One day we will become one.
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Thank Goodness for Spring
Thank goodness for green buds.
Thank goodness for baby birds.
Thank goodness for fresh breeze.
Thank goodness for renewed hope.
Thank goodness for Spring.
Out of the Darkness Walk for Suicide Prevention
I stepped out of the stadium
my son on my mind,
trying to contain my heart
from rupturing into a thousand pieces.
I stepped out of the stadium
with those who supported me.
As we returned,
I feared the end of the walk
when the balloons would be sent
to our loved ones in heaven.
I feared the emotion of power
that everyone felt,
a sense of brokenness,
too hard to explain,
too much loss to deal with at that moment.
But deep inside, I knew I had to do this,
deep inside, it was my responsibility
to not let my son's death be in vain.
A Wise Angel
I lost my son,
he took his life,
destroying mine.
I am not who I was before,
I will never be who I was before.
At the beginning this tragedy
many have said words
because they care,
because they want me to be me of before,
but they do not understand,
and I want to shout,
I cannot be me anymore!
They cannot relate,
except for one
who has stood by my side,
who tries to understand
by allowing me to say what I need to express,
and does not respond like the others.
She does not try to change me.
She does not forget about me.
She allows me to be who I am and just listens.
And everyday,
I keep her in my heart
because she is my strength
and I am blessed to have her.
My Valentine Haiku
Hot days and cold days
Your love for me will always
bring me very great joy.
My head is pounding.
Who invented these migraines?
Where is my coffee?
Toni's Treasures
There was a young woman named Terri
who lived with her dogs and her cat
and a man whose name was Dan.
She went in for surgery
and came out just fine,
but we can’t say the same for Dan!
I AM
I am now who I am
because of the consequences in my life.
I am a product of my experiences good and bad.
I exist to give my love to you always.
I still learn from the actions of others around me;
but it is your love for me that gives me strength
to open my eyes tomorrow.
Approaching Sixty
Mind boggling to think I have lived 60 years.
But what does that mean?
Everyday I am finding a new problem
Migraines
Back Pain
Knee pain
Elbow pain
Fatigue
Hypertension
It never ends.
I guess that’s why they say
to enjoy the moments in life
before they all slip away
like the end of the sunset
before it turns to black.
No Sure Way to Know
Warning winter advisory, today, tomorrow.
Is there any heat to borrow?
Nature’s called a hard winter blast.
Arctic winds declare a broadcast,
Bringing along ample white snow.
I looked outside, my garden rows,
Drooping leaves unable to grow.
My green, green garden, now harassed.
Warning winter advisory.
Ice slippery like sharp arrows.
Nature’s acting so, so callow,
Spreading winter’s headstrong forecast.
How long will this freezing weather last?
There is just no sure way to know!
Warning winter advisory.
-Antonia Murguia
Hoping for a Sale
Cool morning
Garage sale
Hopes of selling
Laying out the stuff
Have change to give
Here comes the first customer
$2.00 sale
That’s a start
Big sales
Little sales
Sun now shining everywhere
Whoa! Getting hot
How much have we made
That’s not bad
I think it’s lunch time
Can’t eat now
More customers
Can’t believe I sold that
Funny
Some items never get touched
Everyone’s looking for a bargain
A quiet moment
Sitting in the shade feels good
Nice breeze to move the heat
Thank you, Mother Nature
Oh, another customer
Back out in the sun.
Affected Children
People protesting, standing up for their rights,
but he pushed on with his agenda,
promoting that this was the way
to make America Great Again.
He did not care of consequences,
he just blurted out what he felt.
In schools, teachers found it difficult
in deciphering dictator and president by his actions.
He was always in the news.
The children asked questions about
what they heard, trying to understand
this new president and all the hoopla.
One inquisitive child stated,
“‘He doesn’t like my family.”
“How do you know that?” asked his teacher
"Because he wants to take my father
and send him away from us.”
“He wants to do that with all the
people who are brown like me.”
“I am so sorry,” stated the teacher,
she did not know how to explain
this complicated issue to her students.
“Why doesn’t he like us?”
The teacher wondered how many
other teachers struggled with
explaining this president’s actions
affecting their students.
Our Hearts Are Broken
Tragedy has struck us,
our emotions stabbed with shock.
Officer Benjamin Marconi killed in the line of duty,
taken in a senseless act of cowardice.
Our city is in an emotional roller coaster
of death in our face.
I know this emotion only too well,
I feel the brokenness of tragedy for his family
and the family of SAPD.
The days ahead are cloudy
no matter how much the sun shines.
We are covered in a blanket of mourning
trying to make sense of senseless,
for there is no comfort to make things better.
We are called to be strong when broken.
We are called to support and care for each other
even though we know not what to do
to stop the pain.
We must give of ourselves
to Officer Marconi's family
and the SAPD family who knowingly
put themselves in the line of danger
to protect you and me;
yet who protects them?
Our community must show
that we respect and love them
as they, too, are fathers, mothers,
sons and daughters.
Tragedy has struck us,
our emotions stabbed with shock
and the crying won't stop inside.
-2016 Antonia Murguia
The Lady
Tell me again, papá,
The story of the lady.
Of course, said papá.
She stands tall welcoming all immigrants.
A gift of friendship from the country of France.
She holds a book of words that tells of being free.
Like us, papá, we will be free.
Yes, yes.
In her other hand, she holds a torch,
a light that shows the passage to America.
She is a beautiful lady
Remember my daughter when we go across the river,
we must be quiet and pass quickly
so we will not get caught.
But papá, we just need to follow te light,
the lady will show us the way.
No, the lady will not show us the way.
I do not understand, papá.
You said she welcomes all immigrants.
The lady is a beautiful woman
who welcomes all, but not us,
she does not see us.
The little girl quietly started to cry.
Her papá sighs.
There was just no way to explain to her
the reality of immigration to the United States;
all she had heard about was freedom
in a place called America,
and a beautiful lady that lights the way.
Looking for a Stimuli
Sunny days have gone awry.
Not one cloud in the sky.
Day after day feels like July.
Everything is so, so dry.
I hope not to calcify,
as I look out to clarify,
If I could possibly identify
a rain cloud in the sky.
Sunny days have gone awry.
Don't get me wrong, I can't deny
sunny days qualify
as the key to electrify
the day making the earth beautified,
leaving me on an ultrahigh.
Sometimes, though, we need a stimuli
that plays like a lullaby,
namely that thing that falls from the sky.
Sunny days have gone awry.
Hopefully, I will not cry,
as I wait for rain, standing dignified.
Sunny days have gone awry.
Late At Night
Late at night
when I should be dreaming,
when my eyes should be closed,
I force myself to stay awake.
Though my eyes pray for sleep,
my mind fights to keep focused.
Please, I plea to myself,
there is so much to do.
My mind swimming from one thought to another,
from yesterday to today to tomorrow
with pain in my back, my shoulders, even my feet,
stress driving pain to my eyes,
my eyelids crying for sleep,
sweet, sweet sleep.
I long to capture a dream,
of resting under summer shade
with a soothing breeze
to make me feel like I am in heaven.
But no, I must not sleep.
I still have too much to process,
though my eyes continue to cry,
Pleeease, let me sleep.
-Antonia Murguia
No Matter the Season
Summer, summer, hot, hot, summer,
making leaves as green as green can be.
Swimming at the lake, a favorite thing to do,
cools me into a blissful state.
Quiet, quiet autumn brings a change of heart.
Restful evening with a soft cool breeze
relaxes my being.
My eyes rest upon colorful landscapes
and reaffirms my love for this season.
Sweaters to keep me warm,
hot chocolate to put me in a cozy state.
Always do I find myself wondering about
all of the tiny seeds in the deep cold ground.
Each one a marvel waiting to happen.
The morning breeze blows across my face
reminding me of the love I have for life,
this early spring day.
Later, sweet rainwater pours on my garden
creating miracles, dressing my heart with hope.
No matter the season, I am filled with peace.
-Antonia Murguia
Heritage Defines Who We Are
Hail to our ancestors for those birthright
Everlasting traditions bestowed upon us.
Righteous values, liberties granted,
Intoxicating freedom so many died for.
Today and tomorrow will we always honor with
Admiration to those whom have come before us.
Grateful are we to have been blessed, we
Embrace our traditions with joy.
Dialogue of triumphants and struggles,
Ebb and flow of life,
Forever creating stories; our ancestors had
Impressive ways of living and celebrating life.
Now we benefit from their lives, their values,
Events that have taught us their
Service to living a strong life for their families.
Warriors trying to live their lives as
High-spirited people who give of themselves,
Only wanting a decent existence.
We will always thank our ancestors.
Every day, we remember who they were.
Ancestors always creating traditions,
Ready now, will we always be,
Eager to teach our children, our heritage.
-Antonia Murguia