In Memory of.

A time where money was new and land was not claimed,

where people needed a voice, they needed to be saved.

No man would take part of these hard hillsides,

But a road came about when fear was set aside.

With picks and shovels they climbed their way through,

The lucky survived, but only a few.

The land was not destined to be safely sustained,

But Mexican’s have a way to make magic obtained.

After he helped create this new way of life,

He was voted to be the judge of local petty crime.

He entered the Army and became a General,

The Law was surrounding him so he became Federal.

I remember him saying that the government was corrupt,

So he created a system where the people could trust.

Gabriel was voted as the president of the Republican Party of the City,

He created organizations from his republican committee.

Land preservation teams and even orphanages are just two to name,

For the right reason he grew into fame.

But this is not what he wanted, in the shadows he preferred,

His reputation followed him by his actions and words.

He gave into his reputation and used it for good,

But he always stayed humble as the good man would.

He passed away on an October many years back,

And still his legacy is easy to track.

But you won’t find him in the history books though or even in the papers,

He was in it for the people, and children and labours.

There is still much to say about this great man,

Speaking as his grandchild who is a great fan.

But I recognize and acknowledge he did not do it alone,

His legacy wasn’t only in the streets but also in his home.

A woman who triumphed every lonely night,

As her husband created the means to their life.

Nine children were born from the woman born in May,

But one name Lucy sadly passed away.

Trini suffered many horrific days,

But she knew God was real and in her heart he stayed.

A true woman is what I sought her to be,

She has her own truly fierce legacy.

Strong, fearless and loyal to her family,

She came up with ways to sustain them financially.

Although Gabriel was known through his acts and his words,

People aren’t paid for the chatter they earned.

She came from a family who knew how to survive,

Selling sheets and blankets is where money derived.

She taught her kids to be strong and smart,

To listen to their minds instead of their hearts.

She passed on to Heaven early on a March day,

Because of that day my March’s remain gray.

My house lingers with her scent of flowers,

Sometimes I mourn her for hours and hours.

But before this poem becomes dark and depressing,

I’ll end it with saying that meeting them was a blessing.