Non Omnis Moriar (1919)

I was now eleven years old.

Things happen.

Everything changes.

It is not the same anymore.

There was no way to undo it.

I first noticed the whispering, the private conversations

Of my parents.

I noticed a change in my father’s voice.

It became raspy, and almost a whisper.

Mama brought out the suitcase and

packed it for him.

He looked tired and worried that night,

and then he was gone.

I never saw him again after that.

He went to a doctor in Los Angeles

to see what was making him feel so bad.

It was throat cancer.

Shortly after that it was finished.

 Manuel Najera

                                                     Manuel Maria Nájera de Gomez



About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. 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 was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. 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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